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 minds 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.