Left

My heart, my soul I left in your hands,
But who I am, you yet understand.

You left me alone, by myself not caring what-so-ever,
I asked if you loved me, your response was never.

So here I am, crying over my loss,
Everything of yours I have burned or tossed.

Depressed from what you last said,
Hoping that I would soon be dead.

But no, I won’t stand this any more,
For your face now stares from the backside of my door.