Why is it every time i get an once of hope its taken away from me, right from my grasp and out of my reach. i see it lying there, lifeless and dead i dream of holding it in my hands once again but i fear it for i know once i have it, it will leave me all alone.
I've come to a solution. i can not live off of hope, there for i must live on simply the will to live. nothing more can keep me going except the choice of choosing life over death. although life is not all as it is thought to be for most we must keep living. love may occur in our lives and it may work, then again it might not. don't build up walls of isolation if you plan to fall in love, for they will come crashing down on you and if you ever become heart broken you will have no guard to all the sorrow and misery. just raise your head up high. put that smile on your face because you know your worth it; life's worth it.
(not exactly how i feel, but possibly good advice? you tell me- comment please.)
