The Pain In Your Eyes

I see beauty in your face as you go through pain.

Watching crystal clear tears running down your face again and again.

I watch you hurt yourself, seeing as the blood flows rapidly.

The pain that you go through makes me feel even more happy.

But when I'm hurt your heart shows me love and sympathy.

But you can burn in hell and my heart will still be empty.

Why? Why do I feel this way, having no love for you as you might say.

Why do I find beauty in these strange places like seeing hurt and pain on many faces.

Is it because I'm empty?

Like a circle my heart is filled with nothing but air.

But why should I care when the pain in your eyes fills my heart with happy air.

(I was bored this came off the top of my head.Its hard to say how i was feeling at the moment well i felt very misunderstood and the poem is a result)