Behind these sad eyes.


The eyes. A key to your soul.

The nights they are filled with tears. The days they are filled with hurt. 

Nothing can compare to this deep, dark hole

That I am in because of one night alone.

"It" gets better, then it gets worse. 

Nothing can overcome the sadness hidden in these eyes. 

The curtain I try so hard to keep infront of me.

The pain, the hurt, and the guilt brings me to my knees.

No man should ever put his hands on me.

All I want is to be set free

To open the curtain that hides these sad, sad eyes. 



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