As I turn away, feeling unheard,
A part of me longs for you to listen,
To understand the words left unsaid,
To see the pain etched in my eyes.

But it seems you are deaf to my pleas,
Blind to the tears that fall silently,
And so I am left with a choice,
To stay and fight or to walk away.

Perhaps there is still hope,
That you will open your heart,
And truly hear the words I speak,
To mend what has been torn apart.

Yet a part of me yearns to break free,
To walk away from this endless cycle,
To find peace in solitude,
Until you are ready to truly listen.