What Is Hope? ? ? Poem by Sweet Death

I use to have hope, and I know this because it use to bloom in me. They took away my hope and the thoughts of getting over this, they took away my motive to live. They took away the only thing that was keeping me sane. I don't understand why they would want to do that to me. Don't they understand that this is the only way to keep me from keeping myself away from them? That this is the only way that I can be around them and not compete the ultimate sin. I know that I might be a little deserving of what they say, of what the things they call me, but I can't take it anymore. Maybe its time to not grace them with my presence and my voice. I can't say that I'm sorry, maybe it's to late to be sorry because at least I tried. At least I had hope and the will to try, and now.......now I don't even know what hope is. Now I don't know what excuse I can use to prove that I, 'ME' want to live.


**And even know, as I reading this over I'm going to, because I don't have the guts to take the one thing that can hurt them the most**