I'm Not Broken

Is it so wrong to say that when you left... I had wanted to die?

If I couldn't be with you, why bother.

You're my life, anyways.

I felt the force of your leaving, and felt my breath was ripped straight from my lungs and right out my windpipe.

I felt you had pulled my heart out bare, and stomped on it... Mockingly.

You threw our 'love' in my face, and laughed as if it had amused you.

But now I know. Now I know I didn't know you at that moment.

In fact, I had never known you.

I'm not broken,

I'm dead.