Tired of all these different emotions

Quench the fire, before it destroys me
Or just leave me to suffer and not care.
I see you walk away; I wrench at the
Chains which hold me back, the pride
That stops me from running after you.
Curse my soul, I will not do it. Maybe
We would have a chance, if I'd just
Followed you. But there's a demon
Rising inside me, raging in my mind.
I slice into me with an invisible knife,
By letting you leave me I'm only
Hurting myself. The cuts are wounds
You cannot see on the surface but
If you could read my twisted mind you'd
Know I was bleeding, screaming for you
To return. I swallow my dignity and take
A step forwards. I can still smell your
Scent around me, but it seems like
Many months that we parted. Now my
Soul feels empty, apart from the still
Pouring wounds, and I reach out to take
Your hand then see your eyes gaze
Lingering on someone else.

**again not based on my own emotions.