There Is No Hope

In the years to come
Once the battle is won
We will sing and dance
But now we won't even have the chance

Their hopeful bullshit was all lies
Whilst they pathetically try to empathise
It comes to no great surprise
That I can't cope, there is no hope

And now I hermit in my room
Dreading the up coming doom
Here I lie, tear filled eyes, soaking the pillow on my bed
No one beside, in which I can confide, whilst these thoughts rush through my head.

And now finally the time has come
Our battle is sadly lost not won
She's gone forever to a better place
And I for one am sure to take notice

Many offer their sympathy
And others lend a hand
But they are blind to see
What lies underneath my wristband