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
But
That won’t do either
I need life
They need life
What’s the cure for dying eyes?
-C.H.