This poem is just stating that I have no hope in life.

Things were so different only yesterday.

It can be hard to cope sometimes.

You are so inconsiderate.

There are times in everyone’s life when we need someone to be there to catch us when we fall. Everyone has hardships and go through trials. It is always nice to have someone you can lean on.

This is a poem about my post traumatic stress disorder.

Hope can carry a person a very long way.

You death has left me feeling gutted.

We all must face the trials of life. Their lingering effects should be appreciated not down-trodden, for it is in our last moments of tribulation that we learn and grow. That last moment before the darkness leaves us and we embrace the light is a character-defining moment. Let’s put it in the annals of our memories where it belongs, for hope is not a thing to be cheapened, but a thing to be "up-raised" of character before all others.

Our ability to cope is to achieve our life’s goals.