Thoughts

Eyes

The eyes could be the window to the soul,

or in my case, they could be a black hole.

No love or pain, or even emotion.

Yet somehow they're still as blue as the ocean.

Deep inside them lies my thoughts and dreams,

but further down, I'm ripping at the seams.

i wear a mask with a painted smile to prove that i'm okay,

but now I can't keep it off more than a day.