No reply
Out of tries
I close my eyes

Everything seems to disappear when my eyes close
A place where only I know
What is real, and what can't be reality
A place where I only exist and no one can be mad at me

Through thick and thin, I'd still let you in...
No one knows me like you not even myself
It's like I were a book, and you took me off the shelf

But I hate you, how can I deny..
I can't stand the sight of your absence, why do I even try?

Hope, a funny thing you can't see or touch
But it gives you something a little, not much