He Who Murdered Me

This talks about my gloomy past. Enjoy

Tell me, Mister,
how did I become your pathetic other?
You used me as a filler
and turned me into a cold cadaver.
You have my soul torn asunder
And left nothing but shards.
Had no idea that
your honesty would have cut me
so now I'm bleeding.
Your words are a poison,
add to my wreckage.
Wished we abandoned discord
and just pretend all is ok.
But then we both know
it is not happening.
The truth is a sharpnel
that's encaged in my heart;
still bleeding inside.
How can we be trapped
purposively in our languid souls?
How can we unwrap ourselves
from the realm of our imaginings?
Did we not call our Gods
and ask for a portent?
Could have been warned,
could have been unharmed.
And now your concern is found nowhere,
flashing your wanton disregard.
Lifeless as I can be,
unfeeling your apathy.