I think you ripped me into shreds.
Everyday is like a struggle, because my heart feels half dead.
And thinking of the place that I was back then,
It just brings back all the pain of the stabbing words that you said.
I don't usually whine,
But this situation is just too big to ignore, now.
The cuts are too deep, the sores are too open, and my mind is filled to the brim.

I think you broke me down,
Into molecules and compounds, and nerve endings and blood vessels.
I felt so human, so alive, and my heart was pounding life into me all of the time.
And thinking of where I was back then, I think I would have rather spent,
My nights smoking and laying on the ground.
Because I was really just dead, and all the words that you said,
Broke me into someone that I still do not know.

I think you woke me up.
I was euphoric and bright, illuminating in the light,
And now I tumbled into the snow.
The snow is not white, for it is black despite it's appearance.
And seeing where I was back then, spending my nights in your room, while you picked apart my head,
I think I was really falling in love with myself, rather than you.

I think I ripped myself into shreds.