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?

This poem is about: 
Me

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