All That's Left

Ink stained fingers and an ink stained heart
You have tore my soul apart

I keep on writing things I should say
As these words need to escape me in some way

I carry on through a haze of tears
Remembering how you've hurt me through the years

You used me, hurt me, fed me lies
Now all I'm left with are tears and whys

Alas we will never speak again
You are midnight scribbles and a broken pen