Breaking

I sit here, thinking,
worrying about what to do
It bothers me
and yet it is nothing to you
You're too busy analyzing,
breaking walls
and the occasional heart
You don't see what is right in front of you
I'm hurting
It doesn't matter why
But all of your breaking down
and analyzing won't make it better
Only your time and patience will
Yet you won't see that
and maybe you never will