Those Cruel Eyes

I love you
and I don't know why.
It pains me so
it makes me cry.

Why do you do this to me?
Do you think it helps?
To look at me so plainly
while my heart gives little yelps?

My heart is bleeding
I can't control the flow.
Maybe I'll die, but you won't even try,
to help me deal with the blow.

I find safety in your eyes,
warmth, comfort, love.
but more and more you're forcing me
to find shelter up above.

Can't you see I'm waiting for you?
Waiting for those cold eyes to see,
Love and joy buried in my heart,
a heart buried deep within me.

Every day, I look to see if you're there,
and sure enough you are,
but you just stare back with those cruel, cruel eyes,
cold, distant, far.

I thought you were my treasure,
the reason for my life.
but now I see those eyes have no measure
of its inflicting pain and strife.

I have no reason to be anymore;
to be or not to be,
That is the question to be asked
To me, to me, to me.