I walk an empty street,

Just me and me.

I wanna run,

Run away.

Run from the pain,

From the broken glass scattering about me.

From the daggers,

That are pressing into my heart.

My eyes are empty,

Lifeless.

Soulless.

Misty.

Cloudy.

Troubled.

Distressed.

Depressed.

But most of all,

Tired.

And no amount of sleep,

Can clear my eyes.

Their luster is gone.

They don't shine

Or sparkle.

Not anymore.

They don't even light up.

Blood lines my street,

Paints a pretty picture,

On a canvas of sand.

Draws lines of red.

My eyes,

They take it all in.

Without a word.

Without a thought.

I'm too tired to think.

That's what happens

When you lose your luster.

You lose yourself.