Your blinding me you don't know yet.
You don't know how each action each emotion flashing through your eyes makes a crack in my already torn heart.
You don't know but my eyes feel tired. My eyes feel the need to rest but they don't ever want to see anything ever again.
When I close them they fight me.
They don't want to face you anymore.
They don't want to hurt me so they try, try to protect me everyday whenever possible but as the fool I am I fight them and end up in pain again.
When will I learn they know better then me.
They know what's best.
When will I learn that my heart cannot take this anymore.
