my goth poem.

[Dartanus]

I got bored. I wrote this. Enjoy.
He stands alone,
Bearing himself to the world,
The scars plain to see,
No longer hidden by illusion,
Shown through harsh reality.
His dreams shattered,
His hopes dashed,
They lay in pieces around him,
And he wonders,
Does anyone notice me?
Does anyone care?
Do I even care?
Only silence is his answer.
He starts to take the final step,
Away from all he once loved,
Towards oblivion,
He falls.