Over

Broken up through a text.
Hurting inside
But never showing it.
The one scar on my right arm,
And another on my left.
Concealed from the world
With a watch.
The only thing keeping
Me from feeling ashamed.
And broken.
A used piece of pain.
Thrown away for the last time.
Sorrow.
So sorry for the pain.
You did not hurt me
But I feel that I hurt you.
Please.
Just don't let me hurt you anymore.
Please make the suffering be over.

It's not my suffering.
It's your's.