I hate what you've done
What you've made me become.
You've changed me,
Your words,
Your actions,
Your looks,
They all add up...
They build up
As my wall breaks down.
And when a brick falls
A part of me dies,
A part of me changes
Into something I never wanted to become.
Don't you think?  
Don't you feel?  
Can't you tell?
Don't you realise that what you do changes me?
Can't you see the emptiness in my eyes?
Can't you hear my cries for help?
Can't you feel numbness when I walk into a room?
I may look happy,  act happy, and sometimes feel happy,  but what you do will always affect me, leaving screams in my head,  and tears in my eyes.  
How can you just leave, leave someone to feel that way?
How can you watch someone waste away?
How can you watch a happy soul leave a sad body,  because of what you've done.  
Do you not have a conscience or do you just choose to ignore the nagging voice inside you?