hope

when life throws you shit,
like bullies hits after hit,
thinking the world owes me a favor,
times looking bleak wheres my saviour?

no-one to turn to or even to talk,
can do nothing but head down and walk,
nothing to hold on for,
nothing anymore.

bottles are broken like hearts and mind,
nothing but pain and misery is all i find,
hiding behind the smile of a clown,
yet when no-ones looking my tears smash to the ground.

echoing laughter through these empty halls,
im left standing there by myself the writings on the walls,
in an insane world it was the sanest choice,
by trying to block out the abusive voice.

when the fires put out and the world goes to sleep,
the only thing moving is my two feet,
hand clutch the cross thats around my neck,
as my knees give out and i hit the deck.

a tear rolls down my left cheek,
is my mentality slipping? am i weak?
no, because im stronger the anger has to stop because i cant cope,
will my life be different? i believe it will because i have hope.............