I woke up one dreary morning
Dark clouds lay over head
A feeling of loss and fear
Before I get out of my bed
My body in shock
My soul filled with pain
As I look at the screen
Only 44 still remain
An act of wickedness
Tore out my aching heart
Trampled upon it
And ripped it apart

nicola burkett

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/14-100-pieces-of-myself/