It's Too Late for "Better"

You watch me lay here, the tears gathering behind my eyes, inside each feature. You see the lips that are supposed to be a graceful smile. You see my eyes, once shimmering, once loving, shut tight -- too afraid to see what's going on. You see my face that you once called beautiful contorted holding back sobs you know you'll never hear. You wonder what i'm thinking, if it's hate or love i'm seeing. You caress me, hoping for a responce but there's only silence. Only each shaking sigh that holds too many unsaid meanings. You wait for something, anything to fill the worry that's clouding your head, the fear that's growing in your heart. You wait for something, you don't know what, that tells you to leave, tells you to go, tell you that it's too late.