Tears. The tears run down my face. Without knowing why or how the mind responds to pain. Inside and out. I cry. Know one cares. Sitting alone with out any body to comfort me or my lonely soul, witch is longing for love. Inside and out. I'm never happy with myself. People see that. All they do is stare. Just staring. Staring forever. Staring is all they do. Sorry love, I'm no good anymore. Read this and you will see. Sorry love, I'm a useless body with no soul, at least a dead soul. Sorry love, I'm gone, And so are you.