I hate the feeling
of tearing a piece of my soul
like picking a scab from
a barely healed wound

My skin stings and bleeds
while my fingers dig
deeper and
deeper
My eyes leak and burn
as I force over
more and
more

But to be honest,

The pain is nothing
compared to the hollow pit
that sits in my stomach
as I watch you walk away

that part of me
still in hand