My skin, a canvas, torn by your lies.

My mind, a crystal vase, shattered by your cries.

You didn’t need to say all things that were said.

You didn’t need to speak and get your words in my head.

You broke my last remaining thread of sanity.

Now all that’s left in my thoughts is impurity.

My grief rages on in an endless fire.

Since you took the only thing in this world I desire.