It's Over

Now it's over.
The beginning turned to end.
From living to dead, its over.
The pain, the sorrow, the agony of a lost love.
"I understand," I say.
"Im sorry," they reply.
"I know," I say.
It's over.
Never to be again.
Why do I hurt like I do?
Why does it affect me so?
I tell myself
"Dont get attached."
I became attached.
It's over now.
The pain is back
The Dread, the sorrow, the agony...
I no longer need what I once needed
I have come to terms with this.
It's over.
I understand now.
It had to end, It was going to end anyway.
But now, it truly is
Over.