Empty

I wrote this up on a whim. Just needed to put down some thoughts. (Edit: Holy s**t, This is edgy as hell. Still like it though.)

There are tears inside, Tones that are clawing out, Urges I wish I could fulfill.

Here are my years of pain, Music notes that are unheard, More urges I wish I could fulfill. 

Their having laughs outside, Songs that are singing outside, Never a word to fulfill.

These are the scars outside, Never noticing the ones on the inside, More sightless people to never fulfill.   

Author's Note

Wrote it up on a whim.