Miserable At Best

I wrote this when I was depressed because I felt nobody cared.

Without you I'll be miserable at best
You might as well cut open my chest,
And stab my heart as you have before
I'm not sure how much more I can endure
You've haunted my life
With a taunting knife
As my heart began to falter
I heard it shatter
My blood splattered
It doesn't even matter