At least.

I am grateful with all that I have been through,
my tears will always be present, and still be present no matter what.
They never left me alone, and keep on murmuring beside my ears, remind me that,
I have not dead yet.
This is not taking for granted, I have to know,
because there is nothing on earth last forever.
One day, you will eventually see them leave you, one by one,
then you can only suck your own blood from your bleeding heart, maybe mixed with tears.
Saying that,
how lucky I can bleed,
how fortunate to be disappointed.
At least hope did existed in me.

At least.
I still have something.
At least.