At all?

Would you even see me
if I was kneeling in front of you,
blocking your way
with my tear-filled and pleading eyes?

Would you hear me
if I was sobbing and begging
for you to take me back in your arms
and call me yours again?

Would you feel my pain
if I told you how much it hurt
to see you run off
with that thing called a girl?

Would you care, even a little,
if you watched me break down
and did nothing to help,
even in my most needy times?

Would you notice
when I never showed up again,
when you didn't see me anywhere,
because of everything you didn't do?