Blind

Don't you see me?
I'm standing in front of you,
my heart is bleeding,
in my out reached hands.
It's still pumping softly.
And the black hole in my chest,
it's glowing with gold.

Can't you see this?
Every time you turn me away,
the hole closes in my chest,
and my heart slows it's pumping more.

Are you blind?
Anything you say to me,
everything you do,
will do,
and have done,
will kill me so much,
or bring my restless soul back.

You must be blind,
not to see all that is before your eyes.
You have to see me,
and tell me I'm real,
or else I shall fade away.
From myself,
from you,
from everyone and everything.

I'm dead,
but you see me now.