Hope
Hope is an awful thing
I used to have hope
It led me to believe that something would happen
She would come back
Everyone would be happy again
Her parents
They would smile and laugh
And I wouldn’t stay up all night
Praying for the god I do not believe in to lead her home
Hope has led me to believe that people can love
And that people can be happy
Hope is only lies disguised in happiness
Hope tricks you
It’s deceptive
It makes you smile
It makes you believe you can be happy again
Hope is like people
You give it your trust
And it lies to you
Everything will be alright
Everyone will smile
I will smile
We’ll be happy
Then it takes that precious trust
And it destroys it
Breaking it into millions of tiny pieces
Breaking you
Hope is an awful thing
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