Why do I even bother?
Every time I do
It all ends up in suffering
Me suffering
All the others unaffected
Smiles on their face
Smile, smile, smile
It sickens me
Once again I just want to take the pistol
Shove it in my big mouth
And pull the trigger
Leaving my mess to those with smiles
For them to clean up
And maybe
Stop smiling
What stops me from making this reality?
I really can’t say
I guess the hope of happiness
That if I try again it won’t wined up like this
Yes, hope
It keeps me trying
Stops me from reenacting my gruesome thoughts
Hope is truly the cruelest of all
Causing my suffering
Preventing my end
Cursed hope
I despise thee so
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Submission Name: Hope isn’t as kind as you think
