Why?

When there is nothing left to believe in,
Why do I believe in you?

When there is nothing left to comfort me,
Why do I ask for you?

When there is nothing left that makes sense,
Why do I ask you for answers?

When there is nothing left to hope for,
Why do I give you one last opportunity?

When there is nothing,
Why do I look for something?

You are something.

I am looking for something.

I wrote this hoping for a reply.