My Heart, Black As Night, and As Broken As A Puzzle

I lost count for the number of times you've broken my heart,
I forgot when was the last time when I had dark thoughts,
I forgot the how many times I've given you my heart.

My heart is like a puzzle, it's in so many pieces,
I doubt anyone can fix it.
My heart can be as black as night, if you betray me again.
My heart, my soul, and my body, I gave them to you.

How many times must I cry just for you to see how much
you mean to me.
How long will you abuse my soul when you keep using me.
How long will my heart suffer?

Why must you use me like this?
Do you find amusement in my pain, my suffering, my love for?

How long will you use me?
How long will you torture me?
How long will you continue to break my heart?

Why do you take me for granted?
Why do you accuse me, when you are the one at fault?
Why don't you believe me, when it is you who doesn't believe.

Why must you take your anger out on me, when I have done nothing wrong?
Why?
Tell me why?

The more this continues,
the more my heart continues to break.
The more you hurt me,
the more my soul becomes as black as night.
The more this happens,
the more I die.