I hate the late nights

All they ever do is breed hate

Not for anybody else but me,

Can't you relate?



Maybe I need a soothing voice,

one that's confident and sure.

Or maybe I just want it to be known,

That on the inside I burn.



It's hopeless, I'll just keep storming

Like dark clouds above.

They say love's the cure to most,

Then God, give me my dove



People love me, people care, and yes I am thankful 

But it's the fact that I don't love me,

That's the fact that's painful.