Do you know what it feels like?

Know how it feels to have your heart torn out from your chest,
Stabbed by a steely blade,
Flung on the floor,
Stamped on by muddy feet,
And abandoned to the wolves?

Have you ever had to watch someone you love,
Walk away from you,
Knowing full well you could see them,
Slink over and flirt with someone else,
Take them by the tongue,
And break your heart?

Have you ever cried for what you have lost,
Flung away the reminders of someone into a fire,
Or a river, or a cold night sky in the desert?
No?

You're lucky. And I am lost and bitter now.