Hope now, but hope no more.

I tear at my own body
and you smile
I chew away my skin
and you grin
I barely make it through
the daily agonies
and you laugh
I scream inside
and dwell and ache
and suffer and ..
I may survive.
I once had high hopes.
Once, I could have sworn
that I would be all right
and that the world
could not take away my presence.
Once, I was forever,
and forever waltzing
through fields of flowers.
No more, but perhaps again.. .
and I can only hope - no more.