Leftovers

You broke me.
You tried to fix me.
But you broke me even more.
You through the unfixable pieces,
all over the floor.
You HURT me to a new level.
I thought I was fixable with a few bandages,
But now,
not even Duct Tape,
can put my heart back together.
You told me you would NEVER give up on me.
You told me there was still hope,
BUT YOU LIED!
You didn't WANT to help.
You thought you knew what you were getting into,
But obviously you didn't.
Now my heart is damaged for good.
Im just leftovers now.
And what's left of me;
NOTHING good will come out of it.