Each word

I know what I should say.
I think about it everyday.
I stand here today alone,
I can still hear your tone.

Each sharp and jagged like a sword,
Turning deeper with each word.
You thought you knew best,
But I am still here in your mess.

What happened to my idol; my hero,
You left me feeling absolute zero.
I was left behind the closed door,
Alone, alone, having to fend for
myself.  You left me by myself.
My heart on the bottom shelf.

I cried my last tear,
You are still my worst fear,
Every day I do what I need to do,
But I won't say thank you.