Through my eyes...

Tears in my eyes,
Streaking my pillow case,
I'm lost in a world that doesn't understand,
A world that has lost me-

Every time I look for a solution,
It gets worse,
The problems get bigger
And I find only more questions-

If I could see your soul by looking in your eyes,
Would I be looking, asking, searching?
Some things are better left unsaid,
But this seems to be skipped in the line,
Ignored by all those around me, who"care" about me-

If someone knew my pain,
Would they want to look into my eyes?
If someone could live my life...
Would they see why my eyes are clouded-
Why my pillow case is wet?
If only some would look through my eyes...

IFoS