This is a poem that I wrote months ago, and I'd love some feedback on it. Anything that you can give me, I'd appreciate.

We live in a world
A world so cold.
So cold that nobody cares
If you're happy or sad
Living or dead

Or just dead inside.

It's hard to tell in this cold, cold world
Who's dead inside. Only the eyes
Can tell who has truly succumbed
To the apathy and resentment
That this world imparts on all of us

But who would care enough to pay attention?

Those who cry have not died yet.
It is those whose tears have long since dried up
That have truly died inside.
And now… Now they're just waiting…

Waiting until their body matches their eyes.