My world crashes all around,
I don't have the power to make a sound.
If only you could know.

All I can think of is you,
You have no idea what you do,
when you backstab, lie, and hurt.

Why try to talk to me
If only for pity?
Better off to just leave me be to wilt and die.

For if I don't have a heart, what's the point of living?
If I cannot love, what am I supposed to be giving?
Don't bother with me, I'm not worth it.

This poem is not one of hatred.
It is one that bears misery, betrayal, and love that's sacred.
But you wouldn't get.

They say you just don't care.
To ask I wouldn't dare.

I'd just like to say before I die:
You've killed me. So long. Good-bye.