poetry in its finest

ripped
tossed broken
shatered
BITS
of her
soul defined
in four words
ALONE teary eyed
withered
and scattered
her eyes had lost
their
light too
sad disruptive
WORDS
But no
one herd her
no one
cryed for her no one
reached for her
For she
was merly a husk
or a reflection of what she
supposed
to be
They drowned out her words in fear
of finding the truth in her belief
They
left her smile in the dust like a crumpled
autumn leaf
She had no
heart and
her soul had

decayed
For the people she
loved most
had betrayed her trust
So her heart began to rust
As they attacked last bits OF HER
Of which world
had left
untouched.