Lonely Hopelessness

These mascara stained tears are meant to break your heart.
Why would you end this, just to make it start?
I'm confused and ashamed, and I don't know where we're going.
How can you be the only one, to pull out my arteries, just to mend my slowly fading heart?
I want this ongoing pain to end, and rid me of the thoughts in the back of my mind.
I can't breathe, but that's not stopping me from being alive.
When I ask you the questions, you take an eternity to deliver your un-soothing answer.
My soul quakes/I'll never be the same.
You're a walking contradiction, but you do it with so much class.
How can I admire you,
Cry for you.
Scream for you,
But never hate you?
When I call, you come running...eventually.
Stab me to death, with your big brown eyes.
And kill me while we're still one another's desire.
Tear out my numb, emotionless heart.
Tear out my blackened, agitated soul.
Tear out my lungs, but leave me with you as my one last dying breath.