What do you do when the thing you love most is,
Taken away?
Your one truly loved,
Ripped from your grasp,
Never to be seen again.
Ripped from my grasp,
They might as well as ripped my beating heart,
Straight from my chest.
They all laugh,
Enjoying my pain,
My suffering.
They enjoyed watching me die inside,
For my one truly loved,
Is gone forever.
Never will it be mine again.
I cry and fight,
But with no avail.
They enjoyed watching me die,
Slowly, filled with agony,
I died inside.
My soul flowed out of me,
Until I became a shell.
I disappearing mentally,
Only physically am I still here.
My soul,
My passion is gone,
Just like my one truly loved.