Me?

You look at me, but you do not see me. Behind blind eyes do you not realize? You rip my heart out over and over again. OH, why do you tourment me so? I try again and agian but my many failures seem not to light your flame. Passionless or just Heartless do you not see, my unshed tears burning behind closed eye lids? What must I do to make you see the passion of the world around you? Or am I too late.... just another broken, stolen soul unable to be whole.