at any cost...

And here i am...

Talking alone...

Talking to myself...

Again and again...

Cuz you won’t pay attention to me...

No matter how bad i try...

Cuz you’ll only ignore me...

Everytime...

Crap!

This is what i do...

This is what i always do...

That’s why i write...

That’s why i’m writing tonight...

Cuz i need to get rid of this...

Yes, i need to let this out...

To feel heard...

Even though there’s no sound.

Needing to communicate...

With this paper...

With this lame...

Lame... hole

Emptiness...

around every word.

But I just can’t give up.

I keep on...

Talk.

Write.

Cry.

And laugh.

Because

I

Am

In

Love.

And that’s what love

Does to you.

It gives you hope.

At any cost.