Feelings.

You were too busy listening to them, their pain, their grief, their agony, their anguish, their heartbreaks that you forgot to notice mine. And that hurts more than anything. That leaves me in the dimension where I don't live nor I die. And I feel terrible. It scares me.
You gave me so much that it's hard to ingest the minor shots of happiness now.
And what am I left with? For all I had was you. And your love.
Now, I am unarmed, I've lost my armor and my shield. I've lost my sweetness and bitterness. And I'm left with bleakness and darkness. You snatched away my feelings and left me with the emptiness.
What do I do with these fragments? I cannot fathom these bits of words into rhyming poems no more. You deprived me of my feelings. Was my pain not intriguing? My heartaches, weren't they as captivating as theirs? I wish I could get my answer in your eyes like I did before. I so wish!