These eyes…

They show only shadows of black and blue

Blue when I’m full of sadness

Black when I’m full of hate

Sadness and hate together make bruises

The memories are ill.

The things I can’t remember, they’re never filled.

How could one be so cold?

Black and blue.

Are you, too?

It’s time to fight through the sadness and the anger.

It’s time to make these eyes clear.

It’s time to fill new memories.