Every time things start to look up, they fall apart again.
It is like a never-ending cycle and I am trapped.
Will I ever escape? Or will I ride this roller coaster until I die?
Hope soars too high, and, too quickly to keep up, is pulled back to the ground.
Weighed down by broken dreams and future plans that will never come to be.
Shot from the sky by loneliness, pain, and the dark reality of this life.
Up and down, up and down, up and down I go,
On this cruel amusement park ride that never lets its sole passenger off.
As I ride, a voice taunts me, “Stupid girl, don’t you know that each time you build yourself up, it only makes the next fall hurt more?”
The voice laughs.
I never learn what a dangerous thing it is to hope.