September 15th, 2014by copelessness
I wish I didn’t have hope. I have this stupid, delusional hope that something wonderful could happen to me but I know it couldn’t happen. Things like that don’t happen to me. Hope like that only ever crashes down on me.
Why do I torment myself like this? Why do I hope for something that won’t happen? Why do I feel things I shouldn’t feel?
I know in my heart, that painful, empty place inside my chest, that there is no hope, yet I choose to believe it anyway. I wish on a star and reach for her knowing full well …