Hated Hope
lost because
not fit to be anything
back to that beautiful familiar
of being cold and weary lost
this isn't heartbreak
it's reality
use me for your needs
the only role that fits
hit me, fuck me, hate me, love me
it's better than alone with a treacherous mind
alone with the pills and the endings
the heart bleeds and pounds
but death won't fucking come
how much is there of this?
wrote about love again
in such a foolish dream
where possibilty was born
and hope came back
the most evil hurt in the world
is hope
