My broken hearted self

Worst lesson of my life,
Tried to be a tamed ghost 
But instead it tamed the host.
The 13 mirror shards,
All can`t convince you of my inner reflection,
Since the ghost blocked it from the world.

Being cold and broken hearted
Now seems to be the only dungeon for this unworthy creature.
I`m nothing but an imaginary figment,
To you, I cease to exist.
Like a low-life sack of misery,
You toss me off my usual spot every day.

My face smiles and she frowns,
Because she`s hurt, she can`t heal.
Though is seems like a dream,
She came to realize it was only real.

The broken hearted lady in competition with the memories,
Always cries and howls like a lone dog.
For it’s too much for her.
When it rains, it pours,
Since all the pain is a heavy burden on her chest,
But never does she reveal it.