well as i am me, im great, and thats what everyone will see, as i deem it such, but in all truth i loathe myself, where i used to have confidance, there is nothing anymore. where there was hope, there is nothing anymore. where there was love, is dust from what used to be a heart. where there used to be a soul, is an empty shell. all that remains are thoughts and memories. although the face smiles- as happy as the eyes look -the happier i am, the more missery has welled. behind my eyes there is nothing but pain.
