There will be nothing,
There will be no smiles,
no laughs,
no hugs,
no kisses,
no "I love you"s
no glimpse of hope will hit my eyes.
There will only be nothing.
There will only be sadness,
only anger,
only tears,
only blood,
only woe,
only death.
But, unfortunately, I will not die. Just my hope will.
hope that i will make it through this,
hope that through-out it all i will have hope,
hope that my "Prince Charming" will come for me,
hope that i will have courage.
Courage to end it all,
Courage to stop it,
courage to know that I'm worth it.
But i know that I'm not.
I know this because,
if I were,
I would smile,
I would laugh,
I would have hope.
There would be no tears,
no sadness,
no anger,
no blood,
no woe,
no death.
If I was worth something,
I would make it through this,
I would have faith,
My prince would come for me,
I would have courage.
But I won't, and I don't,
there is nothing,
nothing but what i now call "myself"
nothing but the new, the dark "me."
Worst part about it, I hate myself, and I hate me.
