My Eyes

My eyes have seen their fair share of trauma.

From welling with tears.

To witnessing me smashing a mirror.

Blood dripping on the counter.

To seeing a sign placed on my chest.

That reads here is a loser.

While the other kids laughed.

If I could close my eyes forever.

Would I ever open them again?

My eyes were built to see life exactly how it is.

Cold and empty.

If you think it is different, I urge you to stop believing in make believe.

Bitter? Yes

Angry? ever so slightly

Upon birth my eyes were bright and full life.

Now they reflect my soul.

Empty and partially dead.

And black.

And ever so black.