He Asked

He asked me.
No one ever asks me.
No one ever cares.
And why should they?
I'm worthless,
As useful as a pen
Without ink,
Scribbling away
With nothing left to say.
But he did.
I lied,
Of course,
Like every other word
I have ever spoken,
Every other so-called truth
I have confessed.
But still.
He asked.
And genuinely listened
For the answer,
Actually giving a damn
About whether or not
I survive this hell of a life.
He cares.
I do not.
And like they say,
You can't fix someone
Who wants to stay broken,
And I do not wish to be
So he asked.
Maybe he'll ask again.
Either way,
My answer will always
Remain unchanged.