Nothing

Do you really hear me
through the muttered sounds?
Can you barely feel me,
as my hand reaches out?

My cries, do they echo, while you're walking away?
Are the pleas still ringing
as I beg you to stay?

The words, can they pierce
through the hate you sustained?
Can you still see me standing
where you left me, in shame?

I ask all these questions.
But, you tell only lies.
There's no turning back now.
Every feeling has died.