the boy with the broken eyes

I am a boy with broken eyes,
the shoulder which all can lean on.
The golden ball witch radiates love and warmth,
yet I am so vary cold.
void of all human contact,
I am the boy with broken eyes,
the one who love is endless,
but has none for himself.
Alone I cry for I've no one to tel
forgotten, I can't breath.
  Am I wrong.
Am I wrong for wanting affection.
even know there are days where I pretend I'm oky.
Even I can't lie to myself.
I am the boy with the broken eyes,
from witch you fill joy.
my eyes say I am alone.
forgotten and lost.
Because of this I am the boy with the broken eyes

Reviews

[ShaneBerry]

this one seems like an expression of self loathing but a combination that encompasses self love, very intriguing!