Nights

I tend to wonder  Do you ever  Have nights  Like these  When you can’t breath  When you’re hopeless  When you’re empty  When you’re alone  When you’re broken  When you’re on your knees  When you fall When you’re hated  When you need to see red When you look at the scars When you wish you were dead  Because I know That I do And I wish I didn't  Or he didn't  Or she didn't  Or they didn't  I hate to see others Suffer in silence  But I think  I deserve it