You used to.

When the lights go out, what do you see? a blank silhouette?  or a vision of me? you said you loved me, you said you cared, and all of a sudden, you disappeared, out of the shadows , out of the lights. The dark creepy air, as you sit there and look,  steering so deep like you're reading a book, with an endless chapter, on the very last page. The story is ended, but pages unread, is it the story, or am I  just dead. You told me you loved me now you tell me you don't, the pain so sharp, like you're slitting my throat. The end is near but I don't want to leave, as I Neil here and beg on my knees. With the tears rolling like drips of blood, and I asked my father from up above , is this a dream or a nightmare from hell? As I stand with intent, determined and true I ask myself what, did I do?