Is there hope left?
Was there any to begin with?
My intuition betrayed me.
It told me lies......
It told me whispers.
Why did I listen to it?
Hope......
There is none.
...... But why?
Why does something tell me there is?
Something deep inside me......
Something that I've always ignored.
Hope......
There is none.
There never was......
And never will be.
Why do I cling to it?
Why can't I let go?
It is hopeless.
Hope......
There is none.
I cry......
I cry in the darkness......
In the shadows......
Where no one can see my tears.
Do I want them to see my tears?
Do I want them to see my pain?
Would they care?
No......
No one cares.
Here I am......
Alone again.
Talking to the whispers......
Talking to the shadows.
Hope......
There is none.
"There is always hope......"
You've betrayed me before, why should I listen to you now?
"There is always hope......"
Stop lieing to me!
"There is always hope......"
STOP!
"There is always......"
Hope...
There is none.
