Opened Eyes

Emptying out what was, everything I thought to be true, Every opinion, belief, assumption I made to feel better that I used, I tested the spirits I loved deeply that I solely based upon an idea, And came to the conclusion that these feelings were fake, they honestly were not real, I asked the Lord, Why? Why did I try to make the effort to see?, Was feeling the opposite really lying to myself, Just a mirage I chose to believe, Did I want to see the love above all this, above the harsh and cruel truth?, Did believing they were better than what they really were a coping mechanism I used?, For some, I believe yes, because my heart was trying to survive, I did not want to believe that they just didn't care, I held onto the hope that it really wasn't what it was, underneath the love was there, I wanted to believe the potential of love can override anything, But I made the assumption their eyes were like mine, and truly in their hearts they believed, I always looked past the exterior, even when their actions and words wouldn't meet, I never saw that as proof of their character, I always searched underneath, But lately my heart has grown weary, and all I do is cry, I have kept my distance, and pray every night for God to open my eyes,