a drop of hope
right when i thought it was over, it comes back and slams me flat against a wall. rips my heart out of my chest.. as a matter of fact i always seem to fall. crawl for safety when i'm feelin lonely and without enough rest. only to feel like the world will stone me, beat me down until i can't seem to get up and be my best. it doesn't let up. i'm set up time after time for a disappointment. in my mind, i vent this solitude. crying to myself and giving others an attitude. it's hard to deal with alone, especially at night when my thoughts go through me like a cyclone. the feeling of needing, or wanting to be shown. but hurt because i feel so.. unknown. the waiting and hating the wait. the worthless feeling i bring to myself in this mindless state. it's too late to go back to the me i used to be. i've been pulled down for too long. but i can cope.. as long as i keep at least one little drop of hope. hope that i can make it out of this place. out of this loneliness.. this fall from grace. Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 05:23 AM PST 0 • 12
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"right when i thought it was over,..."