H.O.P.E. (Hold On Pain Ends)

How sweet it must have been for him to see

How far I was willing to go to please

Everything I did was not for me

Hoping it was enough for some release

But failure found me even in my dreams

The sugar plums transformed to blood stained hands

Destined to be chained in the dark it seems

In the deepest abyss in all the lands

Sitting alone amonst my memories

I can't escape the torment of my past

Or erase the deep scars and their stories

Wishing on stars that this breathe is my last

I found hope again in a phrase of my friend

"If it's not okay then it's not the end."