Die alone

Nails dug into my soul,
Piercing skin, flesh, and bone.
I trace aching scars
Left by your words —
Festering resentment.
Simmering hatred,
Reaching a boiling point.
Is this all I mean to you,
All we’ve become?
If this is
What love is,
What life is,
I’m out —
I’d rather die alone.

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