Nothing Left To Give

I wake to another day;
blinking away tears.

Eyes are still bloodshot from the night before.
Im left along withering inside a charred shell;

A hollowed remain takes the place of where my heart used to lay.

Broken, cracked, and bruised I step forward.
To be attacked, abused, and taken like so many times before.

You ask me to give more of myself;
But how can I give when I have always been taken?

With the little I am, I present the jagged edges of the once smooth heart.

And cry out:
I have nothing left to give.