You look into my eyes, do you see me?
Or do you see what you want to see?
I share with you,
I open my mind and heart to you,
Yet you hear nothing.
It is as if you do not hear or see me.
You are lost in yourself.
Your body is there, but you are a shell of who you used to be.
When I see you,
I see emptiness and grieve for you,
for you do not hear
or want to hear what it is or what you hear.
You are empty with the idea that you are right
And all others are wrong.
The day will come when you want to see
and hear me.
But then I will already be gone.