Halves

I'm dangerously close to ending the world.
I'm growing tired of being overlooked.
Ignored. Dismissed. Forgotten.
Underestimated.
Lead on and fucked off.
Manipulated.
Disintegrated.
They've taken my heart out in my sleep and
they're dangling it in front of my face as I
wake and take my last breath.
I mutter partial words that mean nothing as a whole.
They never did.
They never will.
You can't get anywhere with halves.