Hope

I know everybody dies.

but why you?

you were beautiful.

you were wonderful.

you were loved by me.

and you still are.

thats why

whenever your face

isn't the first thing i see when i look in the mirror

i cry

and it feels good to get it out

but it still hurts

and it always will.

i think that hurt i feel

in my chest

the one that wont go away

the one where i feel like i could swallow it

but it just gets bigger

yeah, that one

thats where the last shred of my hope

is trying to grow.