Without hope
what do we have
no matter how low we are
if we believe we can rise
we will

But what happens hope traps us
when the hope is false
when the hope I have that someday soon
You’ll see that you belong with me
keeps me from moving on
Prevents me from loving others
When the hope that I can make you happy
is destroying my own happiness

When hope turns to self deceit
When hope becomes part of your unintentional manipulation
When hope, once the one thing I lived for
is driving me mad
slowly killing me