you ripped me apart.

you ripped me apart like I was a piece of paper. A simple blank untouched sheet. You colored it with all the wonders of the world and tore it. You threw it in the trash thinking it was nothing. I am left with all my colours and my pieces. I try to make them go together but the pieces don't fit quiet like they used to. i guess I wasn't something that meaningful. I guess I was just a blank sheet and when my white space was gone my value went with it. I guess in the end you didn't even have any interest. you just needed a distraction and you made it my whole world. And now I am left with nothing but myself to fix me.