I hate the nights where I feel so
hollow inside
I feel so damn empty and out of place
I hate the nights where my mind
wanders to the unknown
and all I return with is sadness
I hate counting the tears that rush
down my cheeks and collect upon
my pillow
I hate that the only thing I have at
night to comfort me is
my loneliness
and the only thing I feel
surrounding me is
darkness
I hate it all.
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My Virtual Journal
Non-FictionA collection of those writings where the chaos in my mind finds itself home.
