To you who have left

My wounds are still fresh like it was just yesterday that I've cut myself. Like it was just yesterday since you have left. I am still thinking what I have done wrong to deserve this kind of searing pain you've caused me. I still questioned myself whenever I see my reflection in the mirror. I still have this chilling agony inside me that I still carry since you have left without a word. Without even saying goodbye. You have left like I was some kind of a disease to be avoided. I still woke up in the middle of the night wondering whose arms are you holding. Or do I even crossed your mind. There are millions of queries inside my head. I fall in anxiety questioning my worth, I have become the person I don't want me to be. I'm still up at 3 am figuring every possible reason. But maybe you have left because you got tired of me. You got tired of understanding me. Maybe you're fed up with my personality. And maybe that day you have stopped loving me. I feared loving again. I feared everything since you left. I just wished that one day. Somehow when you saw my face or saw something that reminds you of me you'll feel the unexplainable coldness inside you. You'll remember me with a  hunger in your soul of what you have let go. And when that time comes. I'll smile freely. Because finally. I have let go of you. Of our memories. I have let go of us.