Hope Drowns

"You don't have to worry, babe."
I remember them, your words,
Like rain in the spring because
They came so often...
And you thought they sounded fresh
Each time.

We've been here before,
Oh, yes, this place is familiar.
There's that same stench, that one of
Expectation meeting disappointment,
The one that eventually ends up
Filling my nostrils and polluting
My mind to make me feel like
This is all by my design...
Because I'm the one with the
Broken mind, apparently.

I just wanted some peace.
My mind may be broken but
Your words are band-aids that
No longer Stick. Or they never did.

You fill me with worry,
And hope drowns at the bottom.

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