No one sees the pain inside,
the stuff we all try to hide.
There's no use hiding, they already know,
that we all feel bad, and all feel low.
Do you think they care, once we are dead,
i don't think so. . .thats just f ****ed in the head!
never again, will they see our eyes,
brighten up with lots of cries.
Our smiles, never to be seen,
our hearts will always be so keen!
But do you think they will ever care?
Maybe one day, they'll notice we aren't there. . .
this poem is about..well...i don't really know....i just got all my feelings out on paper and this is what turned out. . . please comment...
