You make me want to hurl...

I'm sick-blue in the face
With the lies you fed.
I've been run down and let down
and presently,
...on this street...I'm lying down
where you have abandoned me.
I can feel it's rough surface,
chisling away at my face, my lips...my heart.
I think I'm allergic to your counterfeit;
Your facade has made my throat swell...
And no longer can I breathe at the sight of you.
You've taken away my once existing knowledge
and now I'm no longer certain.
You've strained my heart of all its' blood,
It's turned a deep purple...
A purple heart;
to show the world the damage I undertook in this battle.
You see my skin is grey because
My soul has disintegrated.
You took what I knew was life, love, and trust.