Detached

If you could just take a second to look deeper into my eyes, you would see my soul screaming in agony and crying for your affection. You would sense its weariness drowning out the very light that keeps us alive.

If you could just press your palm against my chest for a minute, you would fill a sense of pain with every breath I take. You would feel the desperation for life again with every beat of my heart.

My eyes do not betray and my heart does not deceive. The truth I behold, you choose to ignore.

Why? Why am I still living?