The Writers' Circle

The fact that I have been damaged 
 beyond repair doesn't matter to you.
 What you did is more than anyone 
 could live through, and yet I wonder....
 why am I with you? Yu put me through 
 hell, thencame back to find someone 
 else picking me when I fell.

  But while you were away, awake I would
 stay, crying my eyes red with driness till
 sleep somehow came. the pain was a 
 crippling thing, this sensation that a huge 
 gapping hole had been punched through
 my chest, thenexcising my vital organs and
 leaving behind ragged and unhealed gashes
 around the edges that continued to throb and
 bleed despite the passing of time.

  You wanted to leave me with on reminder of 
 our spent time together. That was insanity, 
 everyday brought new, freash pain. Sometimes 
 the pain would grow so unbarable that I would 
 curl inward and let thehorrible pain take every 
 breath that I tried so helplessly to fight for. 
  
  You thought thatwith all our broken pieces 
 that we could fix each other,but you were
 wrong. I fixed you, but I have been broken 
 beyond the point of repair. So now nothing
 can save my stone-cold, lifeless heart ... 
 not even you.