Do they
Do they really see
The despair
Of
A broken heart
The torment
The empty hours
The doubt
Yes
The self doubt
The trudge
Of revisiting
For
No reason
Do
They really see it
No
They do not
For sorrow
Is only
Deep
Inside
Never
To been seen
By those eyes
.

When I was born
What did I know
Nothing
What did I remember
Nothing
Did I cry a lot
Don't know
Did I fill things
Don't know
What did I know
Nothing
When I am dead
What will I know
Nothing.