I felt your eyes looking at me, my body. I could almost hear your thoughts. That was the first time I felt unloved by you. I could see your empty eyes looking lustfully instead of lovingly. Only looking at my body and not deep into my soul. You were so distracted you didn't look very deep into my eyes. They were screaming for you. Screaming for you to stop. Screaming for you to see me for me. Not looking at my outward appearance but looking at my soul. I wanted you to be there for me. You were never there for me. I always had to carry my burdens alone even though you were always standing next to me. You still aren't here for me. Why aren't you here for me.