Version 5: Poetry

"Understand"

Two voices fight, something petty,
About emotions, though they're not real,
It's all an illusion.
You think it's pain, think it's joy,
Yet it is meaningless.
No substinance.
Just darkness.

And if he knew he hurt me,
Would he give a damn?
If he knew I'd cried,
Would he comfort me?
If he knew what I felt,
Would he even care?
If I told him,
Would he turn away from me?

"He doesn't know who I am.
And he doesn't give a damn about me..."

All logic leaves, a violent breakout
When the bottle tips, it shatters,
The anger releases.
When it's only amusement, it's rage,
It's all meaningless...
Empty wells,
Black void.

And if he had no understanding,
Would I enlighten him?
If he was in the hospital,
Would I visit him?
If he was crying,
Would I be a shoulder?
If he told me,
Would I give a damn?

*Quote from "Teenage Dirtbag" by Wheatus