But i wrote some drivel that I thought i would share. Kinda Emo, but meh, its kinda where I was...still am.
I Never Showed You.
Living years in quiet pain, never knowing why I care.
This world, I hate, and fear for its indifference to itself
I can't look in your eyes for trying to look strong.
You think you know me when you see my face,
when you hear my voice you think you hear what I say.
My spirit broke, and no one knew, looked for concern, no trace.
I want to be you, I want to fit in, but bliss was the price i had to pay.
I gave the world my ignorance, I saw into its soul,
I chose this path, thought I was in control.
Now I know much, but the quests go on,
even though now, the joy and thrill are gone.
Is there someone listening? Does it matter if they are?
Is there really any point? Can you tell me now?
Whether I wasted my life, wishing on some star?
I don't know if I care anymore, my mind has started to blur.
Some form of madness has come, and made my decisions unsure.
I beg and plead with my words and my art,
seeking some sign that you can see into my heart.
But I close up, and you cannot see.
How can you? I never showed you the pain in me.
I Never Showed You.
Living years in quiet pain, never knowing why I care.
This world, I hate, and fear for its indifference to itself
I can't look in your eyes for trying to look strong.
You think you know me when you see my face,
when you hear my voice you think you hear what I say.
My spirit broke, and no one knew, looked for concern, no trace.
I want to be you, I want to fit in, but bliss was the price i had to pay.
I gave the world my ignorance, I saw into its soul,
I chose this path, thought I was in control.
Now I know much, but the quests go on,
even though now, the joy and thrill are gone.
Is there someone listening? Does it matter if they are?
Is there really any point? Can you tell me now?
Whether I wasted my life, wishing on some star?
I don't know if I care anymore, my mind has started to blur.
Some form of madness has come, and made my decisions unsure.
I beg and plead with my words and my art,
seeking some sign that you can see into my heart.
But I close up, and you cannot see.
How can you? I never showed you the pain in me.