There is something I feel.
It is a feeling I get a lot,
and it is hope.
Most days this wonderous hopeful feeling,
it shows up once or twice.
But that is only on most days.
Other days it is there nonstop.
Generally, that is a good thing, right?
Unfortunately, to me it's not, not on "other days."
Hope would be with me 24/7 on these "other days."
I hope for an end to the pain,
an end for the hurt, sadness, lonliness, ect.
On these "other days" hope likes to brainstorm.
Hope thinks about the ways for those things to end,
and yet I get the same answer everytime.
That answer is one of comfort and dread.
It fills me with reslove and a longing,
a longing for an answer that doesn't end in me being dead.
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Poems or Quotes
Kısa HikayePoems I like or relate too. Most likely will be sad or depressing. I don't own them unless its stated that they are originals. When I add originals, I will add them to the beginning section. (It won't let me as of 3/1/23)
