Do you cares?

It's gone. What's gone? My mind? Soul? No, I'm fine. Not really. Deep inside, something is missing. The love and tender kissing. Now all I do is talk to myself in the mirror, with my reflection. My heart is dead. Soon it will make a resurrection. Once the wounds heal and I'm loved for real. A type of love I can feel but nobody loves me. Nobody cares. Nobody loves me. That nobody is me. I can't love myself because no one does. I'm all alone and no longer what I once was. But the only thing that keeps me alive is knowing that the next day, it might all change for the best and that "nobody" becomes somebody.