Forsaken and tormented,

That is all I am,

Broken by all your hateful lies,

Sifting through helplessly,

For some grain of truth,

Was it all an illusion,

An ill-fated trick of light?

Nothing you said made sense,

But I was so blinded,

And deaf by your words,

Now all I am,

Is a figment of my own imagination,

Fading in and out of this so called reality.