world coming to an end.
nobody gives a fu*k
hearing voices in my heard
its me, the one with no friends.

whats a person like me to do
whats the point of talking
always on the listen
no one cares about you.

always giving too much
nobody cares what you say
what you do
so for this is the end
the end for me at this day.

always ignored, hated, judged, and glared
got no one to talk to, to listen
whats the point in tryin
when no one cares what you have to share

it all ends now from today
no more me, no more thoughts
no more happyness, no more truth
because in the end no one cares what you have to say.

<3 the poem, and all ur poems actually. i feel kinda bad i never reply to them, usually cause i don't know what to say. i think ur an awesome writer and i hope you keep it up. this poem better not be symbolic =P

ur gud...

I read this on your xanga. I gave you props then, I shall give you props now. Your talent deserves it.

wow this is good
u haf talent

wow thats nyce