Writer's block/ Rant about hope

When I'm depressed the words flow from my heart just like water flows down a river. It has a certain beauty to it, holds a deep meaning too. Something to remind us that even the darkest things can sustain a bright side. It sheds some light over disaster, some hope that even when things are looking down, maybe tomorrow it will be okay. And I'll keep a tight grip onto that prospect. I'm in the bottom of the well but as long as I believe a rope exists I'll be able to feel it in the dark even if my eyes can't see it just now.

"And the salt in my wounds isn't burning anymore than it used to,

It's not that I don't feel the pain, it's just I'm not afraid of hurting anymore,

And the blood in these veins isn't pumping any less than it ever has,

And that's the hope I have, the only thing I know that's keeping me alive"

- in "Last Hope" by Paramore