You stare at my eyes as i sit down
Telling me that they're pretty
Even when all i do is look at the ground
You asked me to sit down, and eat. Then tell me that i should be skinny

Then you wonder why i'm always in my room
You wonder why i refuse to look in your eyes
It because whenever i do you assume
That i'm nothing and then you lie

You compliment me everyday
Saying things, but not because you mean them
But you have to or else ill go away
You stand there scared that ill become

Better or stronger than you
Unlike yours my eyes shine in the sun
Or at least they did until the moment you blew
The glitter inside them away. Thats when everything begun

It was in that moment that you replace my shiny eyes with cold dead ones

My eyes were once filled with every possible emotion except negativity
But you took that away, you took away my sight
So i questio how you can still tell me theyre pretty
When stole theyre light

When i look in your eyes i see nothing
Theyre like a void devouring everything

And that scares me
You had once made me fear my own safety
in my own home. Can you not tell your the reason i came to be
You left me shaking with tears,  i was once your baby

Apparently that ddint matter, or simply did not care
My eyes hide stories in them
Waiting for the moment they can be released into the air

If you were to look in my eyes
not just glance over their color
You would see that most emotions have said their goodbyes
Leaving my life to grow smaller and smaller
Hiding away in the only place i can call my sanctuary
Hunched over my computer constantly typing
Away, the clicking of the keys have become my personal fairy
Fairy godmother, that vanishes when you come inside along with memory

Of the last time we spoke
You had once more left me breathing heavily and collapsing on the floor
You must think this is a joke
When its not i'm speaking facts, so leave out the door

The brown irises were once the color of honey
Now they're the color of the dirt
The same dirt that is stained bloodied
From the wounds you caused with your voice, causing me to hurt

Almost constantly,
The black pupil has seen things
If my life was  movie, it wouldn't be a comedy
It would be instead a tragedy