Hope. Hope is with all of us. It reaches to higher limits then we know of. Sometimes it becomes to much. Sometimes it learns its limits. Sometimes it's cautious. Sometimes you loose hope. Sometimes you begin to rebuild that hope, only to loose all your progress. Hope shatters. Hope breaks. Hope leaves. It may never come back. You have to continue on anyway because in the end, no one cares. Experience has taught me to never have hope, it always gets crushed. So why do I still have hope? Why do I think I'm finally good enough? I know I will never be good enough. So why do I keep trying? Why do I try so hard just to fail in the end? Why? Why? Why? Why do I continue to break myself into pieces? Why won't anyone listen to me? Why won't anyone care? I have to care for the ones who break. My feelings don't matter to anyone. They shouldn't matter to me. I can't do that anymore. I need someone to listen. Just one person. One. That's all. For now, I'll stay the one that doesn't matter, I'll stay the one that cares.