He doesn't know

He looks at me, but he doesn't know how I feel.

He looks at my face, but he doesn't know the expression.

He hears me, but he doesn't truly listen.

He looks into my eyes, but he can't tell what's behind them.

Too bad he can't see my heart, because even if he could care less, he'll see that it's destroyed.

I know it's really short and it's not very good, but it's how I feel.