No sense in loving

I'm searching for a soul
of someone long broken
what's the point?

I'm hunting for a human
in someone who has long stopped being one
what's the point?

I'm digging for a heart
in someone whose heart has been iced over
what's the point?

I'm picking up the shards
getting my hands bloodied and stained for nothing
what's the point?

I'm trying to show someone I can do it
but to someone who just scoffs and ignores me
what's the point?

I'm looking for answers
where there is only darkness,
what's the point?

But then again,
in love,
there is normally no point.

A/N: This was written for all those people who have been shunned, forgotten, pushed away, but are still trying to make themselves known, still hanging onto that faint thing called hope. Persevere on~
moira out