Hope

***** Trigger Warning ***** written after my freshman year of college in a deep depression (2001)

Spend every hour, every minute of the day counting down to the next one.
Hoping with everything left inside you that it will be better than the life youve been living.

Spend every hour, every minute of the day counting down to the next time you can drift off to sleep.
Hoping with everything left inside you that somewhere in a dream you will take your last breath.

Spend every hour, every minute of the day wondering how many are left until its all over.
Hoping with everything left inside you that it will be sooner than you think.

This is not life.
This is a decaying soul in a living body.

With nothing left but decreasing hope and enough fear to pretend you trudge on.

Is there really such thing as a happy ending?
I just want the pain to go away.