Is This How We Say Goodnight?

She tells me don't talk to her.

After what I have done, she doesn't even say, "thank you."

Why do I even try?

I never do anything right.

Walking down the hall toward our room, my heart grows heavier with every step.

Oh my love is heavy. 

If I was to jump into the ocean, 

I would surely sink to the bottom. 

My heart is heavy.

She goes to sleep, I lament.

Is this how we say good night?