If there was a word
To describe the feeling
Of how it felt to be torn apart
Left behind with nothing
But multiple scars
On your broken heart
And feeling the despair
Of losing everyone
And everything
In front of your very eyes
I want to know that word.
You were the liar
And I was the naive little girl
Falling into every trap
You had laid out for me.
You played with me
Until
I was nothing
But a hollow shell
Of a person barely recognizable.