Hope

An early poem. I really don't have much to say

I give myself hope
But fall down again
Through that tunnel of lies;
It never ends.
And wondering how I ever fought through this life,
Falling, falling,
On top of this knife.
The blade you can't see,
It is buried in me.
Wishing for the end,
Knowing it is only the beginning.
What is better becomes worse once more,
And all of my hope falls to the floor.
If I cry in the dark of night,
Do not be alarmed,
I have ended my fight.