What am i, a piece of meet?

What am i, a piece of meat?
Torn limb from limb just for you to eat.
An animal with no purpose but to be food.
Once a something to you, and now I'm nothing but a person of nude.

Nothing and ruthless,
foolish and clueless.

A piece of meat, in the middle of the heat, rotting for my heart.
A tender place for the mark.

All i am is a piece of meat,
tender enough to be cut in half.
With a broken heart, and all that falls with that of a piece of meat, limbs not attached.