Why do you continue to torture me?

You stabbed the knife in,

and now you are twisting it.

We are over!

Why can't you get over it?

Stop messaging me!

Stop following me!

You guilt me by saying

I made you happy.

You destroy me by saying

I made you sad.

I see now, that it was inevitable.

Since that day we first met;

at the science fair

all those years ago.

I am so full of tears,

but at the same time, I'm empty.

I feel nothing but hollow.

I feel like if I were to cut

myself open and examen, nothing would be there.

Hmm, I wonder?

What would happen

If I said something to you

about it?