You could throw your sticks and stones, burn me alive or drown me...
And I still wouldn't feel the same pain as I did when you left.
But I assume that is what it all does to you.
You give your everything for someone.
Your heart, soul, blood, sweat and tears.
And when they leave it tears you apart.
Just like a piece of paper.
You don't think you could be so fragile until that day.