How Many

No one knows anything
No one feels for me
Yeah, I remain among people
Yet loneliness is killing me

How many ask about me?
How many feel my troubles?
One, two, three oh eye
And the rest move away from me

That which is tiring me
Time of joy
All of it
Your darling
All of it is with you
And my eye you feel injury they will all leave you and forget you

I'm looking from afar upon people who are happy at my tears
They hope my sadness increases and I go away
And they hope I don't come back

Reviews

[The Hatter Girl]

Erm I think this is suppose to be a poem...It's okay tohugh, just the idea's been used too many times to be considered orginal..