On draft

Sometimes the only thing I seem to know how to do is to be ignored and doubt. I don't even care where the rest of the world is, or if I myself am the reason why I am so alone. But I am alone; not even my tears come to join me. Everyone left, there is only me and a few shadows. He has ignored me. She is with him. It was actually yesterday that he called me and sent me an -now I know it for sure- empty Iloveyou. Cheap, so cheap.
My friends, those who as the song sang were someday so depressed, have left too. They are probably happy now, surrounded by all the success and colours of their real worlds.
Here I am, between time and cold, and the sand in my shoe reminds me of those old journeys.
Love is cheap, and so are you. Sitting there, reading this line. I hope one day you get to know this. Or maybe not. The whole universe you want to built is such a gloomy place. And still, I wish you would forgive me and my darkness, I hope so and pray for a life where nothing that I ever thought is real.
He is with her and can't talk to me now. I am not enough when it comes to triumph.