Cold Midnight

Midnight,

Cold,

Dark,

I walked through streets,

wind blew on my face.

As the sun rose,

I walked back,

to my home,

I hate lights,

this makes me remember,

my hard childhood.

My home,

I laughed,

in a sad way,

this shouldn't count as a home,

it's wet,

squeaky,

scary,

cold.

Home should be what?

Warm,

so why am I here?

I want no one,

to help me,

I want,

need,

myself,

only.

I dislike this world,

no one cares about me,

my parents,

hate me,

they abandoned me,

years ago,

sometimes,

I even hate myself,

I don't understand,

what did I do wrong,

that made my parents,

hate myself so much.

I wanted to sleep,

I can only dream,

sleep,

when I am sad,

dreams bring me,

to a new world,

tears rolled,

I lied on that ice like bed.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Anas]

This was sad, and nice!
Good job :)

[literarygirl37]

So much emotion!!! I love it! Very haunting.

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Beautiful.
Line 3 through THE streets.
Your grammar was great in this poem!!!

[Sweets]

Such a sad poem, Reminds me of the cold winter nights =/
Great poem :D

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem of disappointment. No happiness in the young girl life and world. Sometime we need to find our own peace and happiness. A very cold and lonely ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote