holding onto hope,
holding onto it like a tightrope hanging over a ten foot drop.
holding onto it till my fingers hurt and burn and bleed.
holding on, avoiding the fall.
holding onto hope,
everday.
holding onto to faith and maybe's and wishes and day dreams.
holding on to things so stupid and flimsy...so fluid,
reaching out and touching nothing.
like a blind man in an empty room searching for something to hold onto,
nothing about it sturdy or certain.
nothing for sure.
nothing to hold onto but my flimsy rope of hope.
everyday the never ending cycle,
driving me insane.
everyday starting with new prospects and chances and oppurtunites and uncertanties,
new hope and day dreams,
a clean slate,
only to be crushed in the end,
only to hold on by my pinky until i pull myself back on that tightrope,
i tell myself its always tomorrow,
mayb it'll change,
mayb 2morrow.
burning,, aching and ragging everyday,
tired of feeling like this,
wearing myself down,
id rather just fall then drive myself insane.
id rather just let go,
id rather stop giving chances,
rather just forget hope.
rather just find something more solid,
more real.
rather not hurt,
rather not care,
rather not feel.
rather find something real.
