With closed eyes,
we claim to see,
we hear the cries,
and we let them be.
We feel the pain,
we know of the sorrow,
it is done in vain,
for we put it off til tommorrow.
We turn away,
not wanting to see it all,
we have nothing to say,
for the real tears that fall.
We who can think,
dull our only thoughts,
while we slowly sink,
because we always fought.
We slowly fade,
as if we never were,
and were we to stay,
the world will slowly blur.
Jason Reid
