They say that the eyes are the window to your soul...
So what else would you know?
Do you know what I feel?
Through the scars that have healed...
Can you be able to see my life through it?
How it felt when the problems hit?
Or what I've been through?
Of how useless I was, not knowing what to do?
Through open eyes, I hope that you could see the pain, my sorrow, my shame...
How cursed it is to say my name...
Even if it's just for a little moment...
I need you to look into my thoughts, my deepest feelings...
To know how much sadness fills my inner being...
Through open eyes, I plead
That you have the answers I need
That one day everything will be fine,
That maybe one day, I will smile just one more time...
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Reese's Pieces
PoetryMy broken pieces all described in poems... Author's Note: Please do not copy my poems or the name of this book or consequences are given...
