Feelings Open (Continued)

Who knew someone can be so vulnerable at the same time as being so unnoticeable. 

Your heart is far from vacant, somewhere near polluted. You, heart broken? Who would've known.

"You don't seem to meet my preferences" is what you're always told. And you came to the assumption that she loved you. Boy she had you sold.

She asks you for relationship advice, but her happiness isn't fulfilled by you. So you tell her what she's dying to hear, and that's to not care about you.

Cause you'll be fine, so you thought. And "she'll be mine", was the dream you'd often sought.

The door to your heart, you left it wide open.

You're tired of being helpless and your only doing is hoping. That vodka on the counter is your attempt at coping.

But for now, you're just a no one and you'll always be nothing. Your mind and your thoughts and your hope to be something, all gone.

You find yourself lost, and can't hear a sound. But your name is Ian Moone and you pray to be found.