Open your eyes.
Can't you see what you're doing to me?
Open your eyes.
Are you oblivious, or are you doing this on purpose?
Open your eyes.
I'm begging you.
Open your eyes.
Have I brought this upon myself?
Open your eyes.
How can you be both my scourge and my saving grace?
You opened your eyes...
But now, you're all alone.
YOU ARE READING
In a Nuthshell
PoetryPretty much everything I've gone through, have thought of, or have felt in a nutshell. All are poems written by me and should not be used unless given permission to.
