hope is a silly little thing.
dreams and goals and — hope —
it's all something to laugh at
and laugh i do
because today i got my hopes up —
and today my hope was crushed
and i can't think of today —
without breaking down
i dream too much
i dont have her to ground me
i hope too strongly —
i hope and i hope and i hope
i tell myself to stop
i tell myself my hopes are too high
i tell myself i'll be disappointed
and i am
because despite all these warnings i give myself
all these times i tell myself to accept my reality
all these times i repeat
stop dreaming stop dreaming stop dreaming
i hope.
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PoetryI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
