How you left me.

Tear streaked cheeks, blood shot eyes.
This is how you left me.
A crumpled heap on my bed that wants to wake up.
This is how you left me.
Chemical veins and blackened thoughts.
This is how you left me.
A screaming mess, a reckless wreck.
This is how you left me.
A starving frailty, a nauseous heart.
This is how you left me.
Lonely, pained, hurt, angry, scared, weak, hopeless and out of control. Beyond common remedies.
This is how you left me.
So tell me, are you proud?