The Nights are the hardest
When Sorrow comes and drowns me in her misery
She reminds me that I’ll never know Love
That I’ll never know Acceptance
That I’ll never be Free to be who I am
And Loneliness accompanies her
His hand on my Heart gripping it tight
Ready to stop it Beatig and part of me wishes he would
His words are Cruel
That the Ones I love don’t understand
And will Never understand
And if I tell them, they’ll Leave
And reject me for being Myself
The thought alone is enough to send me Spiraling
Together they Remind me that at the end of the day
When everyone goes home, they all have Someone to go Home to
While I have Nothing but a bed
With only Sorrow and Loneliness to keep me company
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is about the fact that I am very gay and afraid
- Category: Sad
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