Where do you go?
When I look into your eyes they seem so hollow.
So empty.
With little hope and longing left to show.
When I look into your eyes
I see you screaming for help
I see you shoving your way to the front of the line
Being sure to be the first one out.
But who am I the one to judge;
when the pair of emptiest eyes are the ones in the mirror every morning.
