Is it possible
to hope on hope
to hold onto it like its the only thing that offers life
to grab it like its an endless rope
but then every tight grip feels painful
little by little
it wounds your hand
and the grip becomes loose than ever
and your heart bleeds
because you knew this isn't how hope should feel
hope was supposed to make everything feel better
or make everything seem better at least
but hope became the light at the end of a tunnel, only to see it was a train's headlights
almost ready to run you over
now is it possible to hope on hope
even when hope becomes the first thing to hurt you
what do you do if hope hurts you?
what do you hold onto now?
what do you do?
will you still hope for a life?

I simply cannot see the way I should go
Or even if I should still go; Now that everything has finished, how do I start again? How do I pick myself up again?
Humpty-dumpty, I'll pick myself up
and then,
Where?
Where do I go now?

I have learned how to stare into space for minutes.
And while I'm staring,
While I'm getting lost in my own little bubble,

I repaint these walls,

I rebuild this world we're living in,

I imagine that we're all just a burst of different colors— trying and trying to blend with each other.

And while I'm getting lost, I think that we'll all get found. Somehow.

But I remember,
It's all in my head.

They are all in my head.