It hurts.

Why does it hurt

me so?

I didn't want to

get attached.

Yet somehow here I

find myself.

Hurting. Always hurting. Because

of you.

You tore my heart

in two.

And you didn't bat

an eyelash.

Are you proud of

yourself now?

Proud of your twisted

little accomplishment?

I was afraid this

would happen.

That I would get

too attached.

And then you would

turn away.

It has stopped hurting

so much.

Those good little pills

helped me.

Are you crying over

my choice?

I didn't want it

to end.

We were both still

so young.

But I had to

stop hurting.