What was the point?
Reaching out?
Thinking I was popular?
Ha.
Popular to myself.
No one cares.
No one cares unless they can get something from you.
So if you ask for something in return....
Crickets.
Endless crickets.
What was the point?
What is the point?
Trying.
Sharing.
Working.
For what?
For who?
Sure for me.
But sometimes I wish...others would express what I crave.
What I need.

Yet.
Here I'm left.
With only me.

-Inspiration from feeling low