How Could You?

How could you treat me like that?
How could you make me feel like I do not exist?
How could you make it seem that I am not here?
How could you ask me to put myself at risk?
How could you tell me that you are sorry?
When in your eyes your soul tells a different story?
How could you put me in this place?How could you think that everything is going to be okay?
How could you think that I am going to easily forget?
How could you think that I am going to just pretend it didn’t happen?
How could you think that this is going to keep going on?
How could you think that I am going to stand back and take this?
How could you think that this is going to be the way things
Will be from now on?
How can you just stand there and pretend that things are okay?
How can you just stand there and think that I am alright
With how things are now?
How can you just think that this is okay?
That it is okay for my health to be at risk?
That it is okay for you to ignore me?
That it is okay to not to talk to me?
That it is okay to not ask my opinion on things?
That it is okay just to use things that is ours
To support a habit that makes my life worse?
How could you make my life like this?
How could you make me feel suffocated?
How could you let this happen to me
Even after being told what is going on?
How could you ignore this cry out for help?
How could you ignore me?
How could you just let this keep going on?
How could you let me die slowly inside?
How could you let me die slowly outside?
How could you let the smiles vanish?
How could you let the nightmares take over the dreams?
How could you let yourself break promises
To love and protect me?
How could you let this happen to me?
How could you let this take over me
Like some sort of disease?
How could you let the wedge become bigger?
Do I not matter to you anymore?
Does what I feel not matter?
Does what I think not matter?
Does what is going on in my heart not matter?
Does the slow dying of my life,
The slow dying of my heart,
The slow dying of the smiles,
The slow dying of the dreams,
The slow dying of myself not effect you at all?
How could you do this to me?
Does it not matter that you are killing me
Inside and out?
Does it not matter that I am no longer here?
That I am just a shell of what I use to be.

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