A stab to the chest and a punch to the gut
was what it felt like when you left that night. 
I slammed the front door and punched the wall
Now my fists they burn and the walls they flash a crimson red of anger and passion, of confusion and disillusionment. 

I heard a crack – then an overwhelming pain. 
It hit like a train and coursed through my veins. 
It hurt and it hurt until somehow it didn’t, 
Then all of a sudden – all I could feel
was the pain that emanated,
from the core of my being.
A sinking feeling,
a glimmer of hope fleeting…
Before I snapped back.
Back into the soul crushing 
pit of a dried up mess.
Of dread and shame, 
of agony and pain.