Mis ing P eces

My heart used to be whole, now it's just wholely used.
When you used me, abused me, and berated me you stole little pieces of my heart.

Now I'm an old jigsaw puzzle with the most important pieces missing!
When I left you I left myself, pieces still sitting on a dusty shelf.

I can't help but feel useless...unloved
what good is a puzzle without all the pieces?

I'd love to burn the rest of the pieces! So i can start again, with these spikes on my wrist and new holes in my body.

Maybe, just maybe, a new puzzle could be loved and admired like the one I used to have.

No one likes the part of one I have left. Couldn't someone give the pieces back?