unrequited love.

i don't know why i ever expect things to change. i don't know why i expect different outcomes. 2:22am. here i lay. alone, once again. a cycle bound to repeat itself for eternity. if awaken by a call at 5am, from a drunk ex-best friend, i wouldn't even question wether to sit for hours listening and talking long enough just for them to catch a single breath. because that’s who i am, and that’s what i do. i never seem to run out of shoulders to lend people to lay on. but every time i need to lean for support, i stumble over at the realisation that there's no one for miles. and no matter how loud i scream for help, they never seem to hear. or perhaps they choose to ignore those distant cries that are merely an agitating burden to them. so i pull myself back to my wobbly feet, and hope that i last a little longer this time, and stand a little stronger. 2:27am. so now as i lay here alone, with no one to call, messages all ignored, i wipe my own tears and fall asleep to the silenced sobs of a girl who wanted nothing more than to be held. to be heard.