Betrayed

I'm going to make friends with the forest.
I'm going to hide in a tree.
No one is going to see me for eternity.
Art has it's own life.
But now you shot a painting with a rifle.
You destroyed my starry night.
I painted the stars within my head.
When you first came to life.
1st day I was shocked.
2nd day I was glorified.
3rd day I was betrayed.
1st stage is sadness
2nd stage is denial
3rd stage is regret
4 th stage is anger
5 th stage is * BLANK *
If you think I'm writing this to make you feel guilty your wrong.
I'm writing this poem for me .
You have no idea, how delicate a heart is.
Mine is patched, mine is bruised, now it's sliced in two.  
If you think I'm chopping down my forest for anyone else. Your wrong.
The one thing you taught me..
Is that I need to keep planting seeds.
For no one can find the door.
And fall on the floor.
I'm going to seal up my core.
This grand oak ain't coming down!
I will tell you this though...
What I felt was real, was it for you?