Ouch

That went through me fast
Like a spear through the chest
You've given up at last
You can put your soul to rest

Phone calls gradually stopped
Messages slowly disappeared
My love and help you robbed
But didn't return just as I feared

I'd rather have had no care
Than to have it suddenly removed
You make it all seem so unfair
My wounds you will not soothe

Another piercing cry for help
Seems to fly over your head
You leave me here to help myself
So I destroy myself instead