Paper Cut Eyes

Going on seven

Going on seven

I'd shout at the heaven that I miss you,

but I'm afraid someone will hear my hopeless calls.

Alone in this world

with you looking down at it all.

I walk past a thousand mirrors;

see your face in each one.

I look just like you

when you were young.

I've said so many words;

you have missed them all.

Would they make you proud,

or would they make you fall.

I don't ask why me,

I wish this pain on nobody.

Going on seven

I finally understand that you're gone.

You've been for so long.