Simply hollow.

That's how I feel.

Carved out;

Nothing valuable left to steal

How did I become so empty?

How did I die;

I suppose it has something to do

With the fact that I let you inside.

I became a little pumpkin

Not me but my heart

So you took off the lid

and hollowed me out, cut me up, and called it 'Art'

Oh, I'm not mad

I just simply wish 

you could take yourself away too

along with all the other things, that away, You've wisked