It's like he doesn't care
As if my cries are on mute.
Does he really not see?
Does he not see the sadness in my eyes?
Does he not hear the sadness in my voice?
It's like he doesn't see me hurting.
Or maybe he does,
And just doesn't care.
My minds telling me to move on already.
But my hearts telling me to not give up hope.
I don't know what's more powerful,
My mind,
Or my heart?
My heart.
Your mind tries to be the realist.
But your hearts the believer.
It says,
"Don't give up hope my dear,
There's still that chance,"
Your heart is your fairy godmother.
It shows the positive.
Even if it isn't the truth.
They go at it back and forth,
Your heart and mind.
Debating over what should and shouldn't be done.
I don't know who will win this fight,
But I know this,
It will be worth it.
It's like I don't have a choice.
He doesn't see me after all.
My tears blur my eyes.
I'm blinded by my hearts feelings.
My knees come to my chest.
I sob silently.
I pray no one hears me.
But in reality,
I hope he does.
