Hurt.
Sometimes,
In an own world
People just understand the sorrow a person
Is going trough
How hurtful when you think a life
Why does it even bother to even look anyway
How can a life see you
How can a world know it's you
Who were there in front of sight
When the only thing you can see
Is just something that in front of eyes
Nobody would understand
And that would be how the story ends.