Mortal Psychological Pain

I still can feel a knife chopping my liver when I remember it. And something stirring my stomach when I see it. Then tears suddenly dropped, until they tired and stop dropping. It's not easy to breathe after that. Dizzy only in some parts of my head, perhaps this parts are where I suppose to think of you. Every step I took, I feel blank. Emptiness is everywhere. I'm weak. Afraid of talking about everything we did in the past, more I remember, more I'm dying. Lips can only say if I have to hate you until the rest of my life, but my brain, my veins, my lungs, my body are sick, sick of thinking that I have to face the world without you, as the result of falling in love three years ago. When you said a regret, I want you to shut your mouth and leave. Just leave and let me feel the pain, alone.

And it seems that I know who will be the winner, when I am in my struggle to find the exit door of this painful complicated circumstances, all the time. And I also know how it'll end, because one day you'll show your hidden fang and growl. And it would be me who is burnt. Then surrender. And you'll laugh as if you saw a carcass untouched by scavenger. Congrats!