Even though you sit with me, I can see your eyes empty.
You refuse to look at me, as I spill sincerities.
All these truth and so much more.
Painted red now on the floor.
Cold waves will wash over just what is left of me - (nothing).
Everything I've given you, everything you've seen.
From just the things you've told me, I feel so unclean.
I'm just a shallow image of my fading former self.
You are the one I have to thank for this lack of health.
Burn those eyes, burn them blind. I want to - see you cry.
Please.