If I Only Were

Pretty Eyes-Nothing Else...

Everyone says I have my mother's eyes. Well guess what? My mother's dead. If that's a way to comfort me, then they've got it all wrong.
The thing that people really don't understand is that I don't want to have my mother's eyes. I look into the mirror, and all I ever see is my mother.
She hurt me, and made me grow into the person I am today. A worthless piece of trash.
I don't like to think about my mother. She's gone. The past is far behind me. And I don't ever wanna go back...
The thing is, I just don't understand why every single time I meet a person, the phrase brought into the conversation is, "Oh, you have your mother's eyes!"
I have nothing against my eyes. It's just, they remind me of the cruel world I can see through them. And when I look into the mirror, I can see something even crueler. This is why I don't want to have my mother's eyes.
They make me too much like her. I have pretty eyes, but nothing else.
I don't want to be on this earth.
My motto: A cut a day keeps suicide away. This is pretty much what I live by. I don't think I'll ever understand what true happiness is. Will it ever come around for me?
My life is just full of mistakes. I'm not meant to be here. I shouldn't be here. This is the world I live in. The one I must learn to love. The one I see through my pretty eyes.