You'll Never Hear This

Listen to these words.
I don’t love you.
I don’t see you or hear you.
You’re supposed to be loyal and true and kind.
I’m being used and I’m tired of it.

Pain and regret is all I see,
In a face that looks so familiar to me,
Yet I can’t slap that smirk off your stupid fucking face,
Knowing you’re just a step ahead of me, not caring,
The whole way.

Tell me a story,
Feed me a lie,
I don’t want to hear it anymore.
I tried to tell you so many times,
I know you don’t care and it will never matter,
I’m just a tool, a toy, a piece of your puzzle.
And you’ll never look at me again.

The world’s opening to conceive a new light,
Everyone looks away in fright, deciding to ignore it,
I looked at it and saw myself crying, cutting, smoking, dying.
I was drifting away, a place no one saw,
And disturbed thoughts filled the head of people,
Girls starved themselves,
Boys pushed themselves,

They’re going to fall over the same ledge I’m on.
I’m afraid to live this way; with you stabbing me in the back.
I don’t want to die this way; never living in the first place.
So here’s my question for all of you who see that light too:
Could you die today,

Without regret consuming you?