See,there’s this thing called hope
Yet,it doesn’t exsist.
Atleast not anymore,in this life that I live.
I set myself up,and it’s all just a fib.
I try to make it work,but it seems to persist.
Tell me you care,I bet I’ll believe you
Sick of the lying,I just wanna be through.
Through with the games,all the hurt and the crying,
A feeling like this,I’d rather be dying.
So I guess this is the end,a story without hope
I’ll just wait for tomorrow,I’ve learned how to cope.
This poem was written/submitted by Kaylee.