HOPE
My plane is flying close to crashing.
I see flames rising but nothing’s dieing.
DREAMS are fading nothings striving.
Trusts dieing Love is hiding.
Living life,
But getting stuck.
Tired of crying,
Wanting to quite,
Slowly getting there,
Afraid to be there.
Hiding scars,
Feeling sick.
Feeling useless,
Not used to this.
Nothings enough,
Holding grudges,
Respect their’s none,
HOPE just some.
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