This

This is a constant reminder.
This is a reason if I ever need one.
This is why I don't like people.
This is why I am private.
This is why I am never open.
This is why I ache inside.
This is why I should be called a fool.
This is a waste.
This is a new scar that will never fade.
This is a knife in my heart.
This is why I hate getting close.
This is why I feel broken.
This is why I feel alone.
This is why I am alone.
This is why I can't handle relationships- of any sort.
Because sooner or later I have to say, "Goodbye."