My eyes said
"I've been ill"
"I've cried a lot"
Perhaps my eyes hadn't said enough
My stomach aches were bruises from drugs
My incoherent thoughts were bruises from the painkillers
Eyes, you should have said more
I know I've been asked "Why so sad?"
I thought my eyes said it all
Couldn't the grayish blue irises say
"There are needles in my organs"
"Invisible ghosts using my body as a punching bag"
The blue pools resting in my skull say it all
Just listen