In this Game, Hope is just the Victim
Autor: Irrwisch
It's just a kind of game.
I am no good at playing games. I always lose.
That is nothing new for me. I was always good at losing.
My reflection shows me nothing, because there is nothing to see.
Does it make sense, to hope something - for me?
It seems like my hope died a long time ago. I am fragile.
I have so many wishes, but no one will come true. Maybe that's a good thing.
Let someone ask, if I am alright. Of course, the answer will be yes, because I don't want to bother anyone with my feelings. I want everyone to be happy.
If it makes you happy, I'll do anything you want, no matter what.
I am already on my knees.
I've fell down, and I am too weak to stand up again. But that doesn't matter, since nobody is aware of that. I am good at pretending.
What the hell am I talking about?
If I cry, nobody knows it. My tears will run dry, the pain still stays, and if you ask, everything is alright again. This is my game, called life. There is no way for me then to lose it.
A journey not worth telling, that's all.
If you ever saw a shadow pass you by, it could have been me. But you don't have to remember, since a shadow is just a shadow.
I want someone to love me, but there is no reason for loving me. I'm alright with that. As long as I am able to smile, it's okay.
I love you. I love you so much.
But I lost the game. I just wish you would remember me, if I wasn't anymore. But it's okay if you don't do. Nobody cares for a shadow, at all... but it is okay.
It's okay.