My Eyes

My eyes feel dry,

It's so hard to keep them open.

And the bed is so soft,

So warm

My eyes feel dry,

They don't want to open.

My body feels like lead,

My soul is the weight of the world.

My eyes feel dry,

When was the last time they cried?

And my cheeks flushed

For any reason at all?

My eyes feel dry,

Why bother trying?

Resistance is futile,

that's all life taught me.

My eyes are dry,

Not a tear for my pain,

Or even as a good friend

Was buried six feet under.

My eyes are dry,

So foreign in my face.

They must not belong here,

But how to get them out?

These eyes are wet,

Soaked in my blood

As all these unshed tears

Roll down my cheeks in crimson rivers.