The Blood That Stains The Pages

Hopes Faultering

I have parents who hate me,

But then again who wouldn't,

I shouldn't be living,

Or at least that's what people say,

But theyr right,

So why am I still alive?

Well that's because u have hope,

It's false but I pretend,

That somewhere out there,

There's someone who loves me,

Until then, my hopes faultering.