Broken

Remorse is running through my veins.
Pain is throbbing in my head.
Regret is still beating my heart.
Anger is pounding my organs.
You broke me;
My ribs
My heart
My nerves,
Every bone in my body.
My lungs are crushed.
My stomach has exploded.
I can no longer function,
Yet I feel nothing
Except pain, remorse, regret, anger;
Anything bad.
I can feel each wound
You inflicted on me
And the ones I inflicted on myself.
You see
I guess this wasn't your fault,
But you did start it.
I just finished it
with one final slice.
I was a goner.
But don't worry,
Don't fret.
No one will miss me
As much as I miss them.