You beg me
"please don't do this"
And you try to reassure me
Telling me over and over and over
That people care.
There comes a point,
Where that's just not enough.
When the sad looks
On your loved ones faces
Isn't enough to get you to tomorrow.
There comes a point
Where that fragile wall
That is your will to go on
Comes crashing down
And no amount of appreciation
From everyone around you
Is enough to build it back up.
- I have no more hope.
YOU ARE READING
Hope & regret.
PoesíaThe 2nd part to the very messy, amateur, in-progress book series I've been posting online. More poetry about things that have occurred, and more words dedicated To those who've left an impact on me.
