Hope
I used to think
hope was perfect
Its supose to be good right
the thing in your chest
that sparks up
when something good might happen
What it doesnt tell you
is that it crushes you
even more
than you would be crushed
if it had never been there at all
Is it worth it
to dream
to have hope
when it could flatten you to the ground
so much easier
than it could
if you had never let it in
It’s stronger than fear
but fear is so much safer
It’s happier than despair
but despair is so much easier
It’s better than hate
but if all you have is hate
no one can hurt you
If you tell yourself
that nothing good will ever happen
then you can’t be disapointed
when it doesn’t
When I was young
not very smart
but innocent enough
I believed that hope
could move mountains
Now I know
it only pushes them over
and crushes everyone
that stands beneath them