For Lack of A Descriptive Emotion

You can't hear me.

I've ripped out my voice box to make room for my hate.

You can't see me.

Chaos has consumed me and there's nothing left.

Not a scrap of life, it was too much for me.

I fell from my cliff and became one with the jagged rocks below.

You pushed me just a bit too hard,

And that's all it took.

Your words took aim and pushed me over the edge.

Your heart destroyed mine with its bitterness.

Traitor.

Don't lie to me (that's my job).

As I fell from my ledge,

I looked at you one last time.

Your brown eyes filled my sight,

Was that obsession I saw?

Mixed with hate, grief, pain, love,

Sorrow?

Regret?!

How audacious!

You take my life in your hands and feel sorry when you snap it in two?
And you call me unfair?!

When you think of me,

I hope you think of the last time you saw my face,

Silently screaming at you to catch me,

A knowing smirk painted upon my lips.

Don't contradict yourself.

And look in my eyes when I lie,

And prove me wrong.

I don't always know.