Veryy Old Peom About My Ex... Kinda Sucks...

So take my heart, place it in your hands.
Hold it securely, not to tightly now! Don’t drop it, don’t break it.
Stop! Can’t you see your hurting me?
My breathing stops.
Your taking it, ripping it from my chest.
Having fun yet?
Empty. Hollow.
Regret. Sorrow.
After all this time, why did you do it?
Was that your plan all along?
To win my trust?
To make me believe you cared?
You make me sick.
All I wanted was to be loved.
Was that to much to ask for?
I lay in my bed, crying, shouting, asking “Why?”.
The truth is, I don’t know the answer.
I know I shouldn’t hurt this bad.
Yet I do. Why is that?
For days on end I don’t sleep.
I don’t eat. I try.
I close my eye and your icy blue eyes are piercing through my skull.
I try to swallow the food, but when I do, it comes back up.
I’m getting weaker and weaker is this what you wanted?
I’m isolated. Deserted.
Left with nothing else.
Who could want me now?
Not even you did.