Heart turned too stone

You don't seem to realise the comments hurt, Because of the way my brain works,
The words whirl and twirl in a negative Abyss, then they spark like exploding fireworks,
Degrading and berating me promoting nothing but self-loathing into the mines dentrites,
These metaphorical mental tree roots invade and corrupt,
Rotting every inch of my brain into nothing but pain,
Pulsing throbbing through these branch like veins,
Hurling towards my heart, down the trunk too my once loving core,
Their mission, to desecrate to destroy and leave a loathing reeking heartless corpse,
Where love once ruled there is no love, it was conquered by ravishing rancours,
Who subdues you into submission to conquer you is there hanker,
You thought they were trusted beings, but they disguised their lies, masking their deception,
Behind sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves there objection,  
Is to turn your once beating heart, hard as stone,
To destroy your solar plexus, your soul, drain any self positivity, esteem or confidence,
Leaving a shell that's impenetrable, love once flowed here like a river,
Your ora no longer glows, they suck you dry of any goodness leaving you to wither,
With barren river beds where love once flowed
Now there is nothing just emptiness to be showed,
No life not even an insectivore can survive let alone improve,
It's Broken, from being battered, bruised, abused, and misused.
Their domination there destruction has left behind a loveless soul that cannot be revived,
And a heart of stone, that no longer beats full of life, it now throbs in agony to merely survive.