The opening stanzas of Demi Lovato’s Annyone are heart breaking.

 

I tried to talk to my piano
I tried to talk to my guitar
Talked to my imagination
Confided into alcohol

 

I tried and tried and tried some more
Told secrets ’til my voice was sore
Tired of empty conversation
‘Cause no one hears me anymore

 

A hundred million stories
And a hundred million songs
I feel stupid when I sing
Nobody’s listening to me
Nobody’s listening

 

If you have never experienced that level of despair, I am incredibly happy for you. If you have experienced it, I am glad you are here. If you are currently experiencing, I will listen.

I do not know how to say, if you have experienced it, at least in my experience, it stays with you. There is always the fear that it is just around the corner. Deep down inside, you know, that you have the strength to come out the otherside. Accessing that strength, requires courage beyond belief. You truly are looking for anyone. You are seeking anyone to listen. Anyone to be there. I cannot explain the true hopelessness that exists within true loneliness and despair.

There is truth buried within and beyond that despair. If you keep crying out. If you talk to your piano and your guitar and even your imagination. Someone, somewhere, will hear you. There is always hope that someone, maybe even God, will hear you. So we have to keep crying out, someone will hear our cry.