Life
Hope is like a monkey, one thats on the back, there is no release cause the sucker
constantly wants to chat.
Always whispering, like hes got something to say, then turning his back on you the
very next day.
When you need him the most, hes outa site, leaving you alone to face the fight.
Nomatter what you cry, how loud you yell, believing in him you will always fail.
Then comes depresion, he always comes around, when hope fails hes sure to be
found.
Cuddeling and puring, almost a friend, and he has so much that hes willing to lend.
Guilt-strife-regret-worry, he will give them all, and he has so many more he could
call.
What a reality, a living joke, off these emotions and hell i choke.
I feel it, see it everyday, but its like I'm not there, when did I loose the ability to
care.
Where did it go, I say it was never present, I was doomed from the start, to be a
fallen pesent.
This nightmare is a cycle, one that never ends, views of hell and madness, are all
these nightmares send.
There is no release, to wake up is even worse, just to liv life is a horrble curse.
A sickness I've become, a cold that kills, I don't fit in with anything that feels.
One of a kind, unique in everyway, this mold grows more and more everyday.
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