I held on to that little string of hope,  
as tight as I could.
I nourished it,
with every ounce of love I had.
But in the end,
I finally realized,
what was never meant to be,
will never turn into a reality.


I should’ve known better,
I should’ve known sooner.
The sooner I knew,
the better it would’ve been.
The sooner I knew,
the less pain I would’ve gone through,
and the less bruised my hands would’ve been,
holding onto that one single strand of hope,
that eventually shattered into a million pieces.
And now,
I'm drowning,
in sorrow,
in pain,
in regret,
in disappointment,
in everything but happiness.