Definition of Life

Why have I been dealt this hand called "life"?
My heart has just been removed with a knife.
Just when things are starting t look fine.
My feelings are crushed yet another time.
Why must I continue to go through this.
I guess it's just the way life is.
Cruel and devastating in an insensitive way.
What made me deserve to get treated this way.
If this is the way life's going to be.
Leave me alone and let me be.
It hurts to know I've been used.
I'm always left heartbroken and confused.
Should I build a wall around my heart.
Or forget about love, so my heart won't be torn apart?
Does anyone know how hard it is to sleep.
As I lay awake at night and silently weep.
It's probably going to take some time.
To admit I'm ok and my heart is just fine.
I don't see how people can be so cruel.
They crush your feelings and make you look like a fool.
I don't see how it can hurt this way.
After a while I'll be ok.
So this is my definition of life.
Having my heart removed with your words like knives.

I wrote this for my sis who just had her heart broke