Two fingers up

Here I stand.
Alone and cold.
Exposed in all extremities;
An individual.
I never thought I'd comprehend
The way i feel right now.
The harshness, sick abandonment.
You've left me cold, I vow.
Just look at me,
I dare you.
See what you've created.
I break, I fall, I'm broken.
I hope it all was worth it.
So now my heart is longing,
Ripped, crushed and shattered too.
Crying out in anguish,
Calling out for only you.

But the Echo never follows,
The call remains unanswered.

So i stay here gently praying
I'll survive this personal tradgedy.
This is what I'm feeling
No doubt it will be scorned.
I hope that your so happy,
Unlike me, your heart's not torn.