Consequence

tears

Its cold and its wet. You sit and refuse to hear any of these words. You sit on the cold pavement, and you ignore me. You shake, and it rains, and you still can't hear a word I say.

You bleed and tears streak your face, and its as if, words have stopped forming in my mind.

No sound is being passed from my lips? You don't comprehend it?

I think I'd cry if I wasn't so upset. I think I'd yell if I wasn't so angry. I laugh and I laugh at you, though its not funny in the least. I smile and my lips plead forgiveness.
You can never understand how much I love you.

But you could never have heard a word I said. If you had, it wouldn't have ended like this.

Our lips will never meet again. I can never hold you again. I can't help you chase away your nightmares, and you can't help me cope with mine.

This is my consequence, for your depression. A depression that I caused. My blood for your life wasn't enough.