You

I yearn for the days we wanted to dance in the kitchen
I miss all the moments we were suposed to have together
I miss all the unexperienced memories and all the made up dreams.
And I miss everything you didn't want...

Everyday, your sharp words are stabbing deeper into me.
It breaks my heart; it hurts me.
Your love is a knife
and everyday I turned it deeper in my soul.

My tears are dry, like the Free State.
Nothing runs no more.
But in clear daylight I realise the pain,
and the sun only scorns my wounds some more.

Explain to me why i feel like this?
In a world with 7.6 billion people
how do i feel so alone?
So resented? So destroyed?

If you had a chance to redo everything
with the knowledge of knowing the outcome
how many times more would you have stabbed me with your knife?