Until recently I hadn't known the great release that writing brings. It has helped me immensely. I have been writing stuff for a while, like the stuff I do for WNS (which I recommend you check out). It was never tied to me emotionaly until recently. It can really bring you out of a depression. Especially when it depresses other people oddly enough. Well, anyway, here is what I'm talking about.
The farce of the world,
The pain in her eyes,
The joy in my heart,
Its all a disguise.
The forests are gone,
Their beauty raped.
The seas are empty;
The Fish could not escape.
She looks at me
With those pretty blue eyes.
She's not happy to see me,
She's sorry I'm alive.
You think I care?
Well its all a facade.
I don't give a shit;
Do you want me to play God?
The farce of the world,
The pain in her eyes,
The joy in my heart,
Its all a disguise.