Withdrawal

This is another poem/story it's based on a actual situation

I hate this feeling I mean how can you not only be emotionally hurt but physically hurt without being touched? I still sit here and wonder how after everything you can sit and call me names and say that I mean nothing. I guess I'm going through withdrawal like a person on drugs mostly because I want to have you back although I know your bad for me and that I'm probably better without you. It's days like this that make me numb feeling nothing making me emotionless because all I can think about is you, you cause me to go unconscious leaving me to feel as if you are here making it as if I can hear and see you but of course you never are there. Even without you here your in my heart and obviously in my head and getting to me leaving me in pieces that I can't explain I just loose It and leave the world for the time being till I can find away to put this puzzle back together. Since you chose to leave I want you to know I've been prescribed these depression pills but I have yet to take them because I want these memories that hurt all so bad I mean you have to be broken to be fixed it's just how the world works. To me your not worth getting to know but I still took the time to get to know you and I regret it because this withdrawal sucks and now I have to deal with it.

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[CBH]

First the corrections: *you're and you're, and lose not loose.
I'm just a grammar nazi, sorry.
But anyway, I love the stream of consciousness flowing in this piece, the lack of punctuation brings out so much more emotion. The reader feels the same as the author, and it instills a frantic yet angry atmosphere. I'm sorry about your situation, but I hope you find that writing alleviates any pain.