People say the eyes are the windows to our souls. If that be true can they see mine? Can they see the hungry wanting when i look at him and the regret and sorrow when I realize he will never look back?
Can they see the willing in my eyes for me to just climb out the window and run away?
Can they see the pleasure as I dream of an escape?
Can they see my depression as I walk into my house and see my mother waiting for me?
Can they see the terrified jolt I get every time I wake and remember this isn't a dream?
Can they see my consideration in just stopping. And giving up?
Can they see the dead in my eyes now?
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Thoughts
PoetryThis book is... different. All who read question life and its surroundings. Everyone who passes by will go on with the same mind process of how the world works as they have always had. This story-- These thoughts may make you question whats right a...
