Can you look into my eyes and feel my pain

Do you feel the warmth from the darkness of my brown pupils

Or do you see the broken piece of glass that have not yet been put back together

Can you glance at my face and tell the horror that i have seen

as i look into your eyes and as you take my hands can you feel the sorrow that runs with in my veins

Can you feel my heart stop from the suffocation, and the lack of air

Can you tell my life story by the condensed tears that run down the ridged edges of my face

From these wounds that you can no longer see but cut deeper than my flesh

My body grows weaker, for your touch that i no longer have and your face i no longer see

I no longer feel the breeze upon my face

Only a blank stare, for i know not what i am looking at or looking for.