The Heart Is At War (Poetry)

Stolen

I don't know where to begin with this
I'm not sure why this is so hard
Maybe because I lost something dear- or so I had thought
But it wasn't fair
You knew that, but obviously didn't care
And now I'm left as a mess
But as if that would mean a thing to you
You got what you wanted
Didn't you?
Yet now I sit in sorrow and pain
Trying not to relapse in self hate
Maybe it was my fault-
Could I really have known better?
Guess I didn't realize
You're not who I thought you were
You stole a peice of me
That I'm now stuck trying to repair
And I don't need your sympathy-
I never got it to begin with
But now I stay awake in prayer
Hoping this pain with come to an end
And maybe, just maybe,
Someday you might actually be sorry.