Her Eyes

Through her eyes, it's a whole other world. 

Heads without faces, backs with wounds. Shaking, shaking. 

'I'm fine' seems to be the only two words she can choke out. 

Looking in is darkness, a world with people, but a world without souls. 

She see happiness but feels nothing. 

Rocking back and forth. Nobody understands. 

Is a smile really a smile if it has no meaning? She questions herself

tears stain her book, her notes, her pillow. 

In her eyes she is weak, but all I see is joy.