Oblivion.

I'm unemployed and broke,
I have absent friends, a dysfunctional family, and a destructive love.

But please believe in me,
do not lose faith in my cause,
give me your last breath to hold on to
so I would at least die trying.

Do not believe, like others,
that there are more important things than saving a heart from oblivion.
Refuse to let go of the last piece of hope,
because, truly, there is nothing left after that.

I’m insecure and afraid,
I’m lost in my own way, alone in the crowd, and waiting for salvation.

And as I read these lines from my repetitive stories,
I can’t help but wonder when will you take care of me,
when will you return to my life and be finally mine.