Anger and hope
I guess that's all I'm made of, maybe that's how I cope
I threw my heart into thunderstorms, hurricanes and tsunamis one after the other
Thinking that to find happiness I would first have to suffer
This kept me Hoping
Just hoping that in the end, the pain would be worth something
And I would find a beautiful sunrise filling my life with a mesmerising glow
But now I realise I just needed to feel my emotions over flow
Whether it was from hope or anger, that didn't matter
I didn't care if it brought tears or laughter
As soon as I got a taste of the high you could give me
You became my drug and I just let the thought of you consume me
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