I'm what you created,
a shell with no soul.
I'm what you destroyed with one single blow.
I'm what people see
because of what you have done.
I'm who people use
and take advantage of.
I'm the hurt you inflicted
I'm the pain you can't feel
I'm the scar that you left
that won't seem to heal.
I'm the broken heart
the one that won't mend.
I'm the void in your life
that you once called your friend.
I am who I am
there's not much left of me.
A tired soulless shell
of who I use to be.
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