Those Eyes

Her image in the mirror stared back, perfectly tranquil.
Those eyes
That hair
that nose
those lips
She found it hard to look herself in the eye.
'look up'
She'd want to call to herself, but she didn't know how to say it without being mean, forceful, rude;
She couldn't find the words.
The words
Three words
Scared to say them because they could be empty and if they were empty this world would be terrifying and unbearable.
Yes, unbearable.
That's when you leave.
You go about your day
running errands
Check mail, messages
but always with the emptiness.
Searching--
    Keeping poise,
    but inside, frantically--
for that something to save you.
That something that was here before,
    you remember--or was it?
    or was it never at all?
And you think,
how could this be life?
And deep inside somewhere, you know it's wrong. You know it's just not right.

-I will try to limit posting my own work, but yes, this is an original poem!