shakespeare, write me a lonely poem.

have you ever felt as if you have run out of things to talk about? lately i feel like i never have anything to say to anyone and I'm so boring and worthless. and i wanted to disappear just to see who really cares. i hate it that i always feel like I'm an option to people when they get bored with life. you know something like a person to talk to when you have nobody else to listen to you. life gets lonely at times, you listen to people but nobody listens to you,  and nobody even mind to asks how you're doing. what's more upsetting is that - the person you wanted to talk to everyday never even paying attention to you. ahh - 

You say that you love rain; but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun; but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind; but you close your windows when wind blows.
This is why I am afraid, 

- you say that you love me too.

~William Shakespeare.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;Doubt that the sun doth move;Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love.

~ William Shakespeare