These Don't Help

I am at my breaking point
And there's no going back to you
But even though my weight's a burden,
I will pick up your slack, too.
And everybody's gotta put
Their own two cents in
Even though I can't think straight
And I'm starting to cave in.
So close the door
And lock me out.
That's one less person
I'll worry about.
No, I'm lying,
That's not true.
The only thing ever on my mind
Is the one and only you.
I am hurting,
Don't you see?
It's 'cause of YOU
That I can't breathe!
Your words are daggers
In my soul;
They go so deep
To where I can't move.
And all these poems
That I have written
Are a failed attempt
To become acquitted.
'Cause I can't just sit here
And be satisfied
With the fact that you're
Not in my life.
Even if I write
A thousand words,
My voice to you
Still goes unheard!
And even if this
Is shoved in your face,
You'll shrug it off
Without a trace,
A trace of the old
Recognition,
And you'll go into
Your new submission.
You'll dismiss this debate
Much too fast,
And I'll again only be
Apart of your past.
It's easy for you
To forget me,
But that's 'cause I still think
Of what used to be.