| Current mood: |  disappointed |
| Current music: | bright eyes |
wrote a shitty poem. i hate writing sometimes. i expect so much, and im always dissapointed. i need to buy some talent on ebay or something. anyway, here it is. get ready to cringe.
I did not see the eyes of a dead woman
I saw the eyes of someone who once lived
I saw the eyes of someone I did not know
But then again, I see that everywhere
When will I see the world?
When will I see some beauty?
I did not cry because I was sad
I cried because I was scared…
I did not pray for her safety
I prayed for my own reassurance
When I die, will anyone see me?
Will there be anyone that knew me;
Will I ever learn to let people know me?
I did not see the eyes of a loved one
I felt no love.
I felt no sorrow.
I felt nothing, and for this I felt guilty.
Shouldn’t I have been distressed in the least?
Shouldn’t I have cared a little?
What has happened to the world…
What has happened to me…
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