“I hold onto hope for what? How long can i hold on until that last strand gives way. Your Mouth runs a mile a minute with words that hold no keep. It’s like promises kept just to flutter, there are open curtains where there should be shutters. How long do I go before I realize that this thing called hope may be a word disguised as another four letter horror like love, hate, and even those can hold no ground. I can’t believe in anything anymore when everything I’ve believed in never even budged for me to lead me to believe I could still…believe, for what? I used to wear hope like an angel wears a halo. So when can I leave this empty shell I call my body? Now I don’t condone suicide but what else can I fathom when I have given everything and not even a short praise back, yet a kick when I’m already down is a weapon of choice by some who say they love me. I walk around everyday as if everything is just fine but deep down I’m already dead inside. Maybe there’s a reason I don’t believe things wont get better so in the meantime ill just be bitter. Because no ones cares as much as I don’t. So I’ll walk this lifeless body searching for a reason that isn’t hope, but wishing a cold hard slap back to reality, at least then maybe my life would make sense? -Me”