Hope's a bitch,
But it's also the only thing keeping us alive.
The cloud castles we build that it'll all get better, fucks us over.
Not everything gets better in time.
Some things only take turns for worse,
And the expectations we have are disguises of a curse.
A curse that doubles the pain we feel.
Standing on the edge of life, with a gun pressed to your temple, your finger on the trigger,
You know nothing is going right,
And know nothing ever will,
But you don't press the trigger because the hope's still there,
That maybe tomorrow things will be slightly better.
Maybe tomorrow, life will be worth living.
But Hope's a bitch,
But it's also the only thing keeping is alive.
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Just Thoughts and Emotions
PoesíaRandom stuff about random things. It may be a thought on a matter. It may also be an emotion I feel is relatable. Maybe poetry ( sort of ) just RANDOM STUFF.
