Tears fall silently from innocent eyes that have seen too much,
Silent.
Curled up and thrown away like unwanted paper,
The scribbles of colour disappear in the wrinkles.
Hands up, moving fingers as if the imaginary world could appear
Where there's no doubt.
Reassurance but it's not the reassurance that's needed,
Mindless comments and no useful advice.
Mindless comments to indulge in, yet they only last a second.
Advice, is needed but never given
And reaching out to grab onto it gets further as everything shrinks down.
Hair falls from the scissors,
Cutting away hair that helped sheild eyes from the poison of reality.
