Deceased

I died a thousand deaths,

That very moment.

Did I deserve this torment?

I count my breaths.

Pondering upon situation’s aftermaths,

A futile argument.

To defend my sentiment,

As you lay open hard facts.

Slowly did I begin to crumble,

On reality as I stumble.

My existence became a nuisance,

In that very instance.

As you severed ties,

There my body motionless lies.