They say the eyes are the window to the soul. My eyes are dead and my soul is gone as well.
People try and look deeper inside but how am I supposed to say they are gazing into a graveyard of past people and personalities I have tried to keep so others wouldn't be afraid of me.
My eyes hold secrets that should never escape. Of all the personalities I have had the one that stays is the one that is depressed. He keeps to himself and hardly talks. That or people would surely be worried for him. That he would never feel alive again.
My eyes hold so much death. They have held so much life at a time. At one time it was a garden full of life. It has grown old and wilted from a lack of care. That garden is dead and now a graveyard resides.
