Empty Words

I don't wipe off the steam

That forms upon my mirror.

I don't want to see

What's reflected on the glass.

Maybe I deserve hell.

Now, after all I've done.

I swear that I could shoot myself

Because I feel so bad.

You have tried so hard

To make me understand.

I swear, this time,

I really do.

But won't you make an effort

To see the pain I have?

I don't think you love me.

I think that you just used to.

Don't say those empty words.

They only make it worse.