Leaves of yesterday

I detest your abhorrent ways, I hope that you will decay
As the neglected bones of yesterday and scattered autumn leaves,
I hope you waste away
Your demeaning terms, the heart wrenching screams that greet me each hateful day
Like the hummingbirds of the alluring pastures
I long to escape,
When shall I have my say?

The countless attempts to forgive, withal, I yearn to leave
Disappointment sinks in time after time
I should have learnt by now, it should have penetrated in somehow
Nothing will alter your mind

Leaves of yesterday evaporate away, adulterating the halcyon breeze
The surrounding air shall never be fresh, contaminated by your spurious pleas
Your condescending peepers, shall never thirst, nor set itself upon my contemporary ways
But the leaves of yesterday, the work of your isolation and distaste
Shall depart with you one day

Why are my poems all so darn sad.
When I read through my poem, I felt like tearing.
How about you?