Yours Truly, Me.

Hope

Hope is like a quiet glimmer, 

A sparkle in the night.

But like a mirage, it dies, it shimmers,

'Till we're alone without a light.

Hope is like a distant star, 

Fueling the galaxy of our minds.

You need it no matter who you are, 

Or how your attitude declines. 

Hope is inconsistency,

That's wrapped in wishful thoughts.

It sparks like electricity,

Before what's left of it is lost.

Hope is unreliable,

Or so we make it seem.

Yet hope is undeniable, 

And so we live the dream.

Losing hope isn't gradual, 

It happens all at once. 

Our controller has the manual,

And so for happiness he hunts.

Suicide is unexpected,

It's something nobody sees.

It starts when someone works too hard to change their tendencies.

Just a moment of warning, 

Before the final crack. 

One minute the thoughts are forming, 

And by the next their head rolls back.