The Silence of Expression

I gave you my everything, I've told you my all, and most important I gave you my heart, maybe I should've sent my logic with it. The sky is gray and foul, but doesn't come close to my mood. I'm upset, frustrated, the sun stopped shining. Why are you doing this? You leave me confused, and hurt by not leaving a sliver of a word. I hope you think, I hope you do. Because I really in the extremity of cases don't want to lose you.