Hacking at the Wounds

Your harsh words chipped away at me,
Shards of broken dreams floated freely.
Over time, I thought I would heal,
But you kept hacking at the wounds.

It was only a matter of time
Before my heart completely shattered.
Fragments piercing into my lungs,
Leaving me breathless and consumed by pain.

In the end, I was a shell;
Empty, forsaken, and living without a cause.
You chiseled away the details that mattered,
And now those pieces drift off into the wind.