Used.

You took my heart
ripped it apart, all for another.
you told me you loved me.
but you really loved her

is it really that fun
to penetrate my heart with that gun.

ive been used
ive been crying.
and now i just feel like dying.

stop saying you love me
the words stain my mouth with a bitter presence.
and forever they will remind me.
the day i finally ended that sentence.