I have learned to hate the darkness.
Not the darkness that comes from a burnt street lamp,
or the sun setting for another night,
I have learned to hate the darkness that has grown in my heart.
My veins no longer pump blood,
but black ink,
pouring onto the page in front of me.
Until there are no more words that I wish to say.






Haleigh Diltz is a lazy 14-year-old. She loves to drink coffee, snuggle with her dogs, travel, and write poetry. Her favorite things include Netflix, notebooks, music, and Sharpies. She plans on becoming a journalist.

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