Is There Hope?

How can I know who I am anymore?

My world is changing, spinning faster with each passing day. 

As my life, before me, slips away. 

I look to others to fill the void. 

The hole in my heart I can't control. 

I am disappointed in myself. 

I hate me. 

With a passion, burning brighter and brighter.

Will it ever fade? 

Fade like my hopes. 

My dreams. 

Endlessly inside of me, 

My fears circle and encompass me. 

Is there hope for me?

 

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