Ever felt that way?
Youre in the midst of a crowd and yet it seems that you are alone?
This morning i knew how it felt.
You smile.
You laugh.
But it isn't real.

Everything is fake.

a lie
a joke
a facade a
n impostor

I'm tired of this shit.
Once again I fall.
Numb to the pain.
Or so I thought.

hope is such a cruel bitch.

He leads you on.
He makes you high.

Then drops you.

I am scared to hope.
The ember of hope in my heart is now smothered by a thick blanket of fear and hesitation.

I am scared for him.
Maybe things will be better.
I pray for it everyday.

He seems as fragile as crystal vase.
When Hope drops you.
Do not worry.
At the point that you shatter,
I'd be right here.
Picking up pieces of your broken self.
I wouldn't mind bleeding for you.
I'd do anything to make you whole again.