Wake Up!

Exactly how much of my dignity must I slam to the floor, before I realise that I am getting nowhere?

Why is it I know there is no happy ending, but I still keep all my fingers crossed and hope for the best? Each time I lose hope, I quickly rebound and tell myself it is fine, all it takes is more patience. And so what I know that my faith is placed on the wrong clause? I still tread in the murky waters and refused to climb to shore, where it is dry and warm.

It is painful. Damn painful.