Moving on

I hurt as though a knife has pierced my soul,
Ripped my apart, to destroy what was whole.

Did I do it to save my sanity?
Or to indulge my vanity?

I wonder why I stood there while she cried,
Because I felt as though I have already died.

I am done forevermore,
As I listen to the lion's roar.

Gone, gone, gone, there is nothing left,
My heart has been a victim of theft.

Nothing here, and nothing there,
My mind sits and goes nowhere.

Now I sit here alone and depressed,
But this was a matter that had to be addressed.

I am sorry my first love of mine,
Hopefully everything will be fine.