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Dying Eyes

These eyes of mine

They keep getting darker

They keep filling up with emotions

But I don’t let the tears out

And this is killing them

These eyes are slowly dying

I wear fake glasses to hide them

Because I cannot take another person saying,

‘You look really tired, are you okay?’

What am I supposed to do then?

I know they don’t really want me to answer

So I shrug

And I say

‘I’m fine.’

But I can feel it

These eyes are dying

And glasses won’t be able to hide them

No one will come to save me

The bags will grow deeper

I’ll keep feeling like I need more sleep

I’ll pull my hat down

And try not to let people see them


That won’t do either

I need life

They need life

What’s the cure for dying eyes?


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