When all hope fails, what do we rely on? People rely on drugs, Alcohol, Social media, God. I turn to the sky, The water, The stars, The pictures of you. I turn to my parents gravestones, Talking to them. I turn to the rain and thunder, The lighting flashing. I turn to the moon And tears that reflect my story. I turn to the mirror, All in hopes I might change. I turn to my bed and sleep, Hoping my dreams will save me. I turn to my thoughts, Of when everything was fine. I turn to the memories with just us. I turn to the peacefulness of life. The love that isn’t gone, But not apparent. I turn to demons, hoping that they are angels. They never are though. They never will be. The nights of loneliness. The fears of when I am alone, Someone is there, unknowingly. The fears of when I’m not alone, That all of the sudden I will be. I turn to everything but what I need to. Everything else that doesn’t matter. Everything like that gun. Everything like that bottle of medicine. All I need is you. For you to come back. I need to not turn to the hope I lost, But to hope that I will have hope again.