Fragments of 3:00 AM Thoughts

eleven

I have always heard them say,
'Hope gradually makes its way.'

When, in reality, as time flies,
Hope doesn't come, it dies.

You, slowly, get fed up of waiting,
And everything around you - you start hating.

With the passage of time,
You realise your life will never be fine.

You watch your world fall apart,
And you try to fix your broken heart.

Then, you give up, not knowing how to cope,
Why? Because there is no hope.