This Is the Thing I Won't Make It Through

the stars are for suckers
wasting away the night
in vapid romantic embraces

living in bungalows at the bottom of volcanoes
they
never
even
see it coming

hope is the lie they all fall for

but not
me

i turn every corner expecting the worst
and just because i made through yesterday
that doesn't have a damn thing to do with
tomorrow

what doesn't kill me
just waits for another chance
and it will get it

and it doesn't make me stronger

and i don't hope anymore

and i don't care about the stars