burning eyes.


Smile trying to focus. Laugh trying to think.

Look with those eyes that are screaming, screaming for someone to notice.

Eyes that could cry a million blood sharp tears but is there a point in crying?

no. crying is a weakness, so I guess that makes me weak.

Weak for letting emotion flow, showing I care.

I just want this to be over but until that day comes I will forver be the girl who smiles that fake smile, laughs off the pain and those eyes.

The screaming ones.

The End

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