im 14 and i want your opinon

heres my first poem about my recent break up (it went on for 6 months)

i feel i was betrayed,used for personal needs
never felt alive,with him doing every deed
respect is not option in mind
i dont think its even time to find
wat we long for every day
wen every day wat we long for comes at the end of every day
the knoledge of a loved one restin in a romance heart
but the feeling is really bad wen that heart dies and starts to to fall apart
pieces crumpled on the ground
never to be found
lost in a world of hate
but still lingers in the hearts of the mates
wordering if the sparks are still there
killing yourself but the heart is bare
dont ever live on false hope
take a risk u might be able to cope
for wat i thought would last for life
ended by the soft slit of cupids knife.

LISA CARTER