Why are you looking at me in that way?
Where are you actually looking at?
Is it my bleeding hand or the other one with blade?
Or is it the knot that is wrapping tightly around my neck?
Where are you looking at?
Not there but here
Look at me and come closer
Face me though it is all pale
Barely open but I'm not blind
Red eyes and still sored and swollen
Not crying but I'm still mourning
Last night cries left me whining
Why are you looking at me in that way?
Are you surprised or showing sympathy?
Where are you actually looking at?
Is it my upcoming death or my falling life?