Empty.

Empty my soul echoes hollow and deep not sure how much is left of me I'm quite sure I'm empty. A forgotten me. The me you drenched and torn apart. You took ME away but I still stayed and endured the pain all awhile you emptied me. When i was full i once believed you made me complete now i know i simply gave myself away I loved you too much You love me to less now I'm trapped in confusion looking for the rest of me. So for everyone hoping to love me pass me by I am an abstract version of me with heavy baggage handbags clutches full of distrust ,suitcases full of worry hurt and pain bags so full while my soul is an empty hole. One of which you once made whole but I am no longer concrete just an abstract version of me I am empty. What have you done to me?