The Hole Poem by Fallen Pixie

I have this hole where my
heart used to be.
It is very painful,
it throbs everytime I
think of the one
who used to bring me so
much happiness, and now
all I have left to show
is the hole.
It is raw around the
edges, and gushes
blood occasionaly.
I break down and
grap my waist,
trying to hold myself together.
for i fear it will make me compust,
As the hole throbs more
it pulls me under
never to resurface agian.
She brought me the
sun, and then dropped
me into a black abyss.
I gave her my heart,
she took it and tore
it to pieces, and left me
with the hole.