Hope

Hope is a b***h. It puts you through hell and back but leaves that small part of your heart open to the chance that it will all be for a reason. That there’s hope that something good will come out of it. The hope of getting back together with someone you love or hope that someone will pull through when they are ill and in the hospital. The hope that one day you can look yourself in the mirror and accept yourself. The hope of finding someone to accept you enough and marry you to prove it. The hope that life won’t be so s****y as it is now. Hope. The chance for something good to happen. And if that hope is taken. There’s an empty part of your heart that is lost and will never be seen again.