hollowed eyes
you stared at me... white balls not moving looking deep inside me as if drinking what's there. your hair is a mess. have you combed it today? its tied behind your head hanging limply, lifeless. what has happened... your eye dont smile no more your lips dont sing a song your breathing is shallow. the walls are still there. standing, looming around. the room it has been the reminder. to have hope that she'll come.
