A Wrecked Heart

I have given all my adoration to you, however, what do I receive consequently?

A wrecked heart. 

I have given you my heart, and you trample it like a mat. 

I have given you my childhood and you exploited my un-experienced heart and played with my feelings. 

I gave all of you the trust, however, you abused it. 

I assumed the best about you, and you demonstrated everybody right. 

I gave you my life and you killed me step by step. 

I need to pull my hurting heart and tear it piece by piece so I no longer love you. 

I need to lose my memory so I no longer consider you. 

I need to go up until this point so I no longer need to see you. 

I need to cry, yet I no longer have further tears to tumble down my miserable, desolate face. 

I need to rest, yet my fantasies frequent me with you in them. 

I can't discover an exit plan. What do I do? 

I don't need anybody to see this, not even you. 

How would I escape this? 

How would I stop this wretchedness? How fathom this secret? 

I can't discover anybody to cause me to feel the manner in which you do.

The manner in which you take a gander at me, 

The manner in which you state my name, 

The sound of your voice when you reveal to me that you give it a second thought. 

I love you so much I believe I'm going to bite the dust from this torment frequents day and night. 

How might I overlook you? In the event that the main love I know is you. 

How might I proceed onward? In the event that life isn't the equivalent without you. 

I need to break free and proceed onward, yet I think I'll be accomplishing something incorrectly. 

I simply need to close my eyes and let things fly and let the days cruise me by.