Le Beau Monde Sans Merci-The Thankless beautiful world

My heart fell down, wanted some aid,

When I to you farewell bade,

This world is a suffering,Oh! comrade,

The world making merry, but I afraid

They make me cry, and make me wail,

This world is like a fairy-tale,

Full of fantasies, none are real,

No one here is cordial,

I speak very less, I talk no more

And often go to the sea shore,

Where there's serenity n silence,

And there's just peace, no violence,

I feel being used, by everyone,

And perhaps being loved by no one,

Don't think they'll miss me when i die,

'Cuz if they cared, they'd never make me cry

Reviews

[Scarlet M.]

Simple, concise, well written and easy to understand. I only have one concern, about the last paragraph, instead of "I feel being used, by everyone" don't you think it should be, "I feel used by everyone". It's more proper I think. Anyway, I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing!