Voids Are Filling Fast Poem by Michelle Asswit

Accumilation of all this frustration
Of people screwing me over
One by one
They leave my life
After they've had their fun
And they'll be so different
Yet so the same
In the way their mind's work
The way they play games
They'll go to your party
Wreck your house
Then they'll be gone
Leaving you to figure out
How to pick up the pieces
Of the broken vase
Of your broken face
Of an image you'll never erase
Of a memory you wish you can only replace
They'll screw you over one by one
They'll leave you to rot once they had their fun
They'll feel no remorse
They'll have no regrets
Of a sick and painful memory you'll never forget
You'll take a new match and strike a new flame
but the old one's stench will still remain
Inside your room
Buried in your mind
In your heart
You're emotionally deprived