I wish you could hear my heart breaking.
See how I'm aching.
But even when I cry,
You say goodbye.
Can you feel the weight in my limbs?
Taste the lies I spread on my lips?
I resent that you are always the one to go.
That final blow.
Despite the need to leave,
I feel bereaved.
Continue to leave me be.
Then you'll see.
How you keep killing me.