This is how it starts,
first a friend...
then i get attatched...
then i care about them...
then i lose them....
it never fails....
why am i crying about losing you........?
.....
.....
why must i dry my tears?
was it because,
you actually said you cared?
no one cares...
at least it seems.
i work all the time,
even in my spare time,
and i'm not apprieciated.
yeah... people like my poetry,
but who knows me...
no one unfortunately.
who can say they know Shakespeare?
no one lived with him,
and no one here knew about him.
they know OF him,
what he's DONE,
but not who he WAS....
history can't tell us this,
and neither can anyone.
i feel the same,
as if i am already dead,
and forgotten by history.
...
doomed to live and die,
and be forgotten,
before I am even a corpse.
so is my fate....
alone............................................. ..................................................
(the echo of nothingness is heard forever)
Justin (K' Heart)
