HOPE

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Hope

I stood alone in the garden
Blooming sadness
Hanging on the cliff,
Of hope, on my fingernails.
I hide my masochist feeling
Wearing a hideous mask, to be happy.
I waited for the spring day,
When my happiness would bloom
Which eventually came,
But late when I gave up on you.
Making it hard for me to hate you.
I lied to all, to myself
But the truth is,  i still want you.
My hope was like a sandcastle,
Which was swept away by your hatred waves.
I am just a Peck of dust, floating,
Towards hell, waiting for my death
I hoped for the euphoric feeling,
But felt none, seeing the sadist you.
I just hope and hope to die.
But I can't hope to succeed

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