Nothing

So would you believe what we've come
to be, after all this time?
Would you even flinch if I told you
I cried, that my sun no longer shined?
There was more than ordinary there,
I know it, saw it, felt it.
So why did you walk away?
What did you lead me on for?
You left me to rot away in this sad
excuse for what they call a body.
I'm a breaking heart in an empty chest
My life, it's importance; less and less
does it become as I go on
All because of what we've become.
Nothing.

by Monica