Nikky's short poem is about the strange aftermath of being hurt by someone. The speaker says the crying is over and that the other person can't wound them anymore, which sounds like healing. But the rest of the poem quietly undercuts that. Sleep still won't come, and the person still feels close, as if they haven't really left.
The gap between what the speaker knows and what they feel is the heart of it. Logically, things have moved on; emotionally, they haven't. That leaves the speaker stuck and a little helpless, and the poem ends on a plea rather than a conclusion: "please someone tell me how to" make that feeling of nearness stop. The trailing dots suggest the thought drifting off, unresolved.
The mood is tired, vulnerable and raw. The plain, simple wording and the title "ouch" make it feel like a private note, honest and unpolished, from someone who is still hurting more than they want to admit.