DCL's Poem Compilation

Poem 117: Game Over

I died many times of loving someone who doesn't want to stay,
It's sad and it hurts that I no longer know how to rise from the grave he buried me in;
It's a horror that I am no longer the same person before I met him;
It's bothersome that I no longer feel a spark flaring in my chest;
It's a nightmare that the love he made me feel turned out to be a game.