I talk... I talk again... it's like no one hears... Am I incoherent? Am I boring? Am I unimportant?

Nah. I'm pathetic.

Are you? Do you hear that silence? Does it eat you away? It's okay, it eats me away too, already lost a part to its fangs. It hurts doesn't it?

Sure it does, don't lie to yourself.

Liars. That's what we are. That's why we go unheard. I'm fine. No you're not. I'm not hurt. Yes you are. I'm strong. You're not. I'll make it through. Will you?

What is this?

Well it's the ugly truths. It's our ditches of despairs in the form of words, inked out. Why are you here? You resonate. One point or the next, you resonate.

Stay. Don't run. If you do, well who cares? No one really. Haha. No one. You could stay. Talk. You can choose to leave, you're craving it though, resonance in misery. Soon enough we all leave, hide in our blankets and quit talking.

Because in the end we're all stuck talking to ourselves.