Dying Inside by Pip

I'm dying inside.
Slowly but accurately
The arteries to my heart are shrivelling.
That vital organ,
The key to who I am, what I feel,
Is being starved of it's substance,
And I am dying inside.
I'm slowly losing functions.
I can't hate,
But I can't love either;
I feel nothing.
I'm empty of all emotion.
For the man I once loved,
The man to whom I gave my life,
And thought I'd love forever,
I now feel nothing.
Nothing.
His anger and hate
Injected as a poison into my body,
I fought it as long as I could,
Trying to expel the bitter, damaging substance
Before it took hold,
But it became too strong.
I couldn't hold back the tide.
It seeped in, travelling straight to it's destination
Killing everything I felt.
I'm dying inside.