Hopelessness is that homeless person,
curled up in an alley covered with only a blanket,
looking at his breath in the cold and his bare feet.
It's like ignoring hunger beyond the point of stomach pain,
to where I just feel weak and empty.
I feel nothing but despair,
because nothing can free me.

Hopelessness feels like I peel my own skin off,
with no reason for such a masochistic action.
It is loneliness, despair, and nausea all rolled into one.
Escaping it is as challenging as surviving a space,
without a spacesuit.

Hopelessness follows tragedy,
like a bad lawyer follows ambulances.
It desperately clings to me,
desperately, desperately,
its claws an inch deep into my flesh.

I hope that this hopelessness ends,
maybe then I can get over,
what I feel hopeless about.