Emotions

Hope.

I have no hope.

I've lost all hope.

Please tie the rope.

Let me hang, let me mope.

Love.

I don't believe in love,

the kind that makes you float above.

I don't want to shove, but I hardly believe in love.

Hate.

I've got a lot of hate,

for myself, isn't that great?

Fear.

I have so much fear,

especially when no one is near.

I have so much fear, oh dear..

please, someone get me out of here!

Sad.

I am sad, never too glad.

It's honestly getting pretty bad.

This is more than a fad, I am really

fucking sad.

Mad.

My sad turns to mad, fucking rad.

I want to smoke just a tad.

This is hardly worth a drag.

Lonely.

I am always lonely,

for I am a phony.

In a crowded room, no where

feels

more lonely.