Lost

Time is gone. I am gone. The world is round. At least I believed it was.. I believe a lot of things. Things that could be perceived as wrong. I trusted everyone. I always seem to. Everyday felt so long. My eyes hurt. My heart ached. I was so angry. I got that stabbing feeling in my stomach. In my throat as well. Everyone betrayed me. My heart was thrown somewhere in hell. Sticks and stones did not break me. Sick people severed my bones in half-- Into pieces. Into a distant darkness. Torn into many of my own pieces-- Metaphorically broken my heart was. Was it all over? Was this about it? Into pieces. Into hell. Into darkness. Everyone betrayed me. Perhaps a scheme. Or some abysmal dream...