Hurt.

You.

You have been on my mind this past week, hurting me like it does not matter to you at all.

Even when I am out with my friends, you have always been inside me.

Have you ever thought about the unbearable pain you are causing me?

Did you know the excruciating pain that you have inflicted has reduced me to tears?

Did you know I have resorted to pills because of you?

If I ever get an addiction to pills, the fault is going to be on you.

There is only so much hurt a man can take.

Have you forgotten about the good times we have had?

Things were going great for us, why did you have to change it?

After my previous experience, I seriously thought you were different.

I did not think that you would hurt me like the previous one did.

I was wrong, and I now regret not letting you go when I still had the chance.

I regret not letting you go before all these hurt started.

I did not want to let go of you, however, that seems like the best option. The only option.

Letting go is going to hurt as well, but it is a decision I have made.

I am not going to be hurt by you again.

And by the end of this week, all the hurt has to come to an end.

I am sorry that it has to come down to this, but you, my wisdom tooth, has got to go.