Existential Hope

What I can't live without?

Hope.

It seems so quintessential,

but it keeps the sharp edges of my mind gentle.

Without it I wouldn't be here,

becase 3AM anxiety isn't so sincere.

It keeps my eyes on the horizon,

and distracted from the miserable cries within.

I can't tell you how many times I wished I wasn't here,

but hope has helped keep the assertive darkness clear.

I've held bottles of pills,

I've stood at heights,

but hope has made me question,

could it get better after tonight?