Poetry [It Still Hurts]

Poetry [It Still Hurts]
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You've rubbed salt into my wounds,
And it hurts more than ever,
I hear you talking about your day,
And you're happier than ever,
I look up at the ceiling,
And I try to hold back tears,
But something still slips out that I try to hide,
A little piece inside me dies,
You're never there,
You're always elsewhere,
And I just want to let you know,
That though we don't talk,
Though we don't glance at each other,
It still hurts to see you so happy,
So carefree,
And I wonder,
I just wonder where did it all go wrong...