The Blues

You won't know that I've cried
Because you can't see the tears,
You can't hear the weepings

You won't know that I'm in pain
Because you can't see them,
Neither can you feel them for me

You won't know that I've tried hard
Because you can't see them,
And you're not bloody interested to know

You won't know that I treasure you
Not because you can't see it,
But you choose to ignore it

You won't know anything
Not because I did not tell you
Not because you did not understand
It's because you weren't really listening

I'm not you
You're not me
I'm feeling all fed up
And you're feeling all frustrated and annoyed






I wonder how those very emo/gothic ppl write bad poetry XD probably try in my next entry.. kekeke