"You're Killing Me"

"I'm not killing you."
Really?  So this distance bullshit is all in my head.  The fact that you won't touch me, is purely my imagination.
"I'm sorry."
Yeah, you've said that.
I am so starved for affection.
So wanton.
So unsatisfied.
And you do not even notice.
I am invisible.
I am less than.............
Less.............than.........
Just less.
Less than notable.
Less than a wife.
Less than a lover.
Less than a friend.
Less than.......... less than.
Why can I not make you see?
Make you notice me?
Make you want me?
Make me worthy?
Why can I not............
Not.....
You are killing me.
Killing me softly.
Killing my self worth.
My soul.
Breaking my heart.
Killing what I worked so hard to become.
Killing me.
Killing us.