Retrospectives: to be

is it too much to ask? to be seen to be heard to be felt to be known to be loved in spite of… you murdered this piece of me that still held hope that still saw light in the stars you murdered it with your lies have fun playing kickball with people's hearts because even God's timing will run out and actions tell the truth not empty words that you throw back and forth at this heart you've repeatedly torn in two so i leave you in peace like you leave me in pieces