I don't understand.

Seeing your face,
Receiving contact,
Knowing that you're out there,
Living,
Still going,
Just like me.
It killed me.
How can two snapchats from you
Make me cry?
You didn't even say anything significant.
You didn't even say my name.
You seem so uninterested.
Why is it upsetting me so much?
How am I crying right now?
How was I,
Last night,
Able to say,
"I'm over it."
"It's done."
"It doesn't matter."
And now,
I'm alone
In my room
Crying over you still.
I just don't understand.