Feelings,
I Hate The Night When I Feel So
Hallow Inside
I Feel So Damn Empty And Out
Of Place
I Hate The Night Where My Mind Wonders
To The Unknown
And All I Return With Is Sadness
I Hate Counting Tears That Rash
Down My Checks 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 Fell Surrounding Me
Is Darkness
I Hate The Feel Sad And No One That Around Ne
I Hate Being Alone While Sleeping
Copyright © Ashley Evans | Year Posted 2016
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