I recognize those cold eyes.
I saw them every morning.
They looked back at me from the puddle  of blood.
Mocking me
Taunting me with their emptiness.

I miss the optimism.
I miss not knowing how grey the sky gets

I miss waking up under the same sun as the rest of the unhappy people
Every morning re-gluing that smile on
while tying on that new colorful noose the wife got you.

I recognize those cold eyes.
I watched my life crumble through them.