Eyes

Look into my eyes,
tell me what you see,
do you see the pain,
which flows through me.

The eyes are the,
windows to your soul
but what if there isn't one,
just an empty hole.

A place where,
it use to be,
but no longer exists,
not for me.

My eyes show pain,
my eyes show sadness,
never will they smile,
or show happiness.

an empty shell,
no heart or mind,
no guilt is felt,
nothing left behind.