I give up...

Could I hold your hand?  My heartbroken babydoll lies scattered across your floor...  so many pieces, she'll never be pretty again...  
I try to make you listen, I try to make you look through me, but you can't...  you can't...  
you can't do anything you say you can...  you aren't anything special, you aren't anything worth crying over, you aren't anything that I love...  you aren't my everything...  
blaming everyone but the floor...  your floor...  hard and cold because it is yours...  I am yours...
fake and pretty and hollow...  she's here like my heart...  sharp little raindrops slicing my eyes...  kisses burn like infection...  
it's all just another last goobye...  my last breath...  my last sight...  the last thing I'll ever hear you say...
"one day you'll love me back..."  
you said, "one day you'll give up trying to make me..."