A heavy burden on your face,
Painted with regret.
You touch my arm and then I wonder:
Do you miss me yet?
A sea of anguish, sweat and blood,
You remember what I gave.
I became your friend, your confidant,
I became your little slave.
But everything I'd borne for you,
Every teardrop just to please,
Every wound and bruise that I'd obtained,
You cast aside with ease.
Disappointment written on my mask,
I fall crippled to the ground.
Cowering in a fetal position,
The old Me is nowhere found.
A scrap of steel replaced my heart,
Only coldness in my veins.
You struggle now, you mourn your loss,
As you pick through my remains.
There's no way of resurrection now,
The girl you knew is dead.
This soulless, lifeless, pointless creature,
Is what you get instead.