Losing hope

I hold a glass of hope tight in my hand 

With every passing second it gets harder to stand 

Looking down at the floor at every hope spot 

Dazed and confused at all the hope iv forget 

As happy memories fade im grasping at air 

Replacing lost hope with drops of despair 

Like lost puzzle pieces never to be found

Tiny hope spots fade on the ground 

This glass is getting heavy my hands begin to throb 

Is holding this hope to big of a job 

Now im getting shaky hands trembling in fear 

As spilling the rest of my hope draws inevitably near 

My thoughts suddenly become brilliantly clear 

Holding onto hope is my own worst fear