my eyes are darker when i cry,
a dark blue that speaks of pain
that my mouth is too afraid to say.
my eyes mirror what my soul feels.
they could see if they cared,
but they’re too wrapped up in
their own little world
to really give a damn
about the sorrow of a little girl.
So, I lie alone staring at the wall,
my eyes getting darker by the second.
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