Dead Inside

"Did I squish you under my shoe?"
He seemed to say.
"Do you even exist?"
I wish I could reply
But I can't muster up the affectation
"You exist in a big part of my heart,
That's why it hurt so much
When you stepped on me",
My expression gives away.
A spark of hope lights in my heart
That burns into a big flame
Hope that my silent plea will
Soften him.
But a bad omen, like a dark cloud
Seems to stalk me, and it
Hardens him.
If only i could be as dead inside.