A Kind of Self-Inflicted Pain: Optimism

I hate wanting something I cant have

I hate longing for something that is inevitably not going to happen

Its this daunting, prolonged type of pain

This emotional restlessness

You keep hoping that its going to come

That its going to happen

It will find you

But nothing happens

And nothing and no one ever comes

That ache in your chest

Its you

Breaking your own heart

But you cant stop

You cant stop hoping

You cant stop anticipating that it'll find you

That maybe its just around the corner

So it wont stop hurting

It cant stop hurting

Because its you