Broken. Bruised. Alone.

I feel as though my heart has just been ripped out of chest by bare hands, played with, tossed on the ground and trampled on, only to be put back torn, broken and bruised with the dirt from the ground that it was left on! Yes, I am heartbroken, but the pain will fade...I still want to be friends, that will never change, nor will the love that I've had for you. But now I am left: Broken. Bruised. Alone. Left here to rot like an old, wet piece of fire wood. I just want to know, why did you lead me on? How long did you lead me on? Is there someone else? Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter anymore, just know that you will always be my first love, even though I didn't get to tell you before you ripped my heart out and broke it. I love you, my someone! But now I am left: Broken. Bruised. Alone. Left here to rot like an old, wet piece of fire wood. (c) March 2010