Behind my eyes

August 6, 2012 at 2:57 pm Leave a comment

Behind my eyes, I’m dead.
There is nothing to see.

There is too much to feel.
It hurts.

It’s better in the dark.
I don’t have to open my eyes.

I don’t have to worry in the dark.
I have an island of rest and all of my things.

On my island, I feel safe.
I don’t have a lump in my throat.
People like me for just me.

Emily

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