It was never at a time like this that I thought things could get better. I hoped for an improved tomorrow, everyday, thinking it would come. I wished that one-day, I would come to a fork in the road. And from there, I could begin again. I held onto the hope of a new day, a new beginning and the verge of an ending. I clung to the belief that one day I would be free from my remorse. I clung to a thoughg that didn’t exist in reality. In my world, I revised new ways to cope with my newly found depression. As escapism it worked, but as a resolution it didn’t. |
Submission Name: Thoughts that's Don't Exist
