I feel empty,

we fought again.

We played our game,

he lost all his lives.

He no longer 'lives' or 'talks'.

He said he's not hurt,

and he is out with friends.

I am the one thats hurt.

I have loved, only for what?

I feel punished for loving one.

He brought trouble,

but I liked it.

He brought confusion,

but I enjoyed it.

Then he brought sadness,

I despise it.

I feel empty