IN THE NIGHTS (ORIGINAL POEM)

I am going through the hardest times,
at nights listening to the wind and chimes ...
From this suffering I want to escape,
feel like a lonely lighthouse on the cape ...
Must turn on, for sure, the bright lights,
sitting on my bed in the endless nights ...
Only, God, about me, I guess, somehow cares,
everybody, with contempt, in my figure stares ...
Take me away, from this dirty, shi##y town,
God, I feel so broken, bruised and down ...
I despise their hypocritical words and look,
my tears are just like a wild and running brook ...