What I can't live without?
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?