Worn to the Bone (Poem)

I’m worn to the bone,
suffocated by the silence
that you left me in
as I stood in the middle of our home.

Just a stab of lies radiated from your mouth,
with you sitting there with a stoic face,
as tears fill my eyes
and glass broken all over the place.

I’m worn to the bone,
with my heart tearing
all I can do is be grateful that you no longer grace this place,
the place we once called home,
and can finally begin to heal
while I still feel worn out.

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