I lost Hope a long time ago.
In people and things.
Can't recall the last time I looked at the world with optimism.
When others see a Glass half empty or half full, I see a Glass for what it is; nothing but a tool whose contents are pointless, as all will be lost in the end.
Which leads to 2 phrases I hate hearing "Enjoy it while it lasts" and "be grateful, it could be worse". The scale is never ending. And no matter how bad it may seem, it could always get worse, and worse and worse.
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Shredded Thoughts/Poems
Poetry-{Completed}- Some of my thoughts and poems. Flawed in all fairness, but deep, dark and emotionally driven..Feedbacks are welcome and appreciated.... Enjoy.... Thanks
