Hope

I stand there at your grave with a faint hope,

hope that this is all a nightmare;

hope that I’ll wake up and there you are.

I guess I can keep wishing on that elusive shooting star.

If wishes came true…

I guess what I would wish for is you,

then everything would be fixed;

the whole family wouldn’t be in shambles.

I hate it you know?

Quite a few of them are like ravenous vultures,

Ready to snap up scraps at any moment…

Then there’s you own family that kills me the most.

It’s like they wait around on my dad to get the money for them!

I know you would’ve wanted him to take care of them…but what about my family?

We’re worse off than them, yet we still make do.

Nobody in that entire household owns a job!

It frustrates me sometimes,

I just want to go to my dad and your wife and tell them to get a scrapper and SHOVE IT!

I don’t because I don’t to harm my friendship with your step-daughter.

Even then, between her and I it gets tense.

Maybe she doesn’t know it, but I sure do.

Why is everything falling apart?

Why won’t it get better?

I just want it all to stop!

Stop and just fast forward to a better time.

Is that such a crime?

I don’t expect an answer as to why bad things happen,

I’ve stopped expecting one…

It’s just too much to hope for.