My heart

How could you take my heart and break it into pieces, when I can't find the way to put it back together?

How could you scatter the pieces all over? Now I can't seperate them from filth and it is eating me up inside.

How could you say that you are leaving,
when you are all I need in this world?

You took my heart with you,
and now all I have got is a big, black hole where it used to be.

But don't worry - I will be fine.
I guess a heart is not that important, when you are not here with me.