Reality Crash

Wish I could take this car miles away,
Driving on the vacant freeway desperately searching for real faces,
And a world not populated with false prophets & salesmen,
Selling hearts at a discounted price, buy one get one free,
Could you but one for me? Because I can't afford it.
Tried flying, but my feet are cemented to this ground,
Tried seeing the red light, but my vision is a blur from restlessness,
Found comfort, confined to you just like the cement under my feet,
And when you left you stomped on my jagged pieces,
Ears surrendered to you like a paramedic listening to a dying man's pulse,
Heart failure.
But it isn't game over for me, I paid a price, and now I'm getting a refund.
Never liked the games you'd play with my heart.
Behind your smile there are poisonous tears, separated by caged bars,
And I donated jars of blood that were poured out from the inside,
But it never was enough to quench your constant thirst.
Afterward,
I hung my intestines up to dry, as you abused me.
It feels like my ribcage is inverted & attached to my spine with the skin tightly wrapping,
Some ribs piercing through the epidermis layer.
This is my reality crash. I choked on what was true,
and it: "you intentionally hurt me",
Which for me is nothing new.