Hope, hope, hope.
I always thought hope was real.
I thought it exsisted. I can't hope.
I can't feel, deep in my bones,
down to my very core.
My soul aches. Fear.
Rejection.
Too many feelings to describe.
Words cannot express.
Was it masochistic?
Just to believe that somehow,
somewhere, I could be happy?
I could feel, I could touch,
I could love and breath knowing,
understanding, I am alive?