no hope

I sit out on the porch staring into the stars on a moonless night,

a soul with no purpose, no feelings of what my self worth is,

something inside is missing, something doesn't feel right.

a being with no hope, holding on for dear life dangling from the end of a rope,

fighting for a life that i no longer want, just to save those around me the pain of me being gone.

always a people pleaser even in the ways i keep my self breathing,

wanting to be gone but all of you are keeping me from leaving,

and being free of what makes me well... me, those who say stay strong you'll make it through,

what if it's really not what i want to do, and i just stay for the sake of you,

when in reality you wouldn't even say hi to me, if we walked by each other on the street,

out of a twisted sense of morality, you need to say these things to me,

cliche after cliche, on how you want me to stay, that i would be missed,

I'm seriously just tired of this, even more lies that I have to deal with.

Because in reality, there would be nothing that would attract you to even say hi to me.

If you say otherwise I'd have to ask why do you lie to me?
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