How dare you say these things
to the people for whom
I pick myself apart at the seams
just to spare the thread
to mend their broken hearts?
How dare you say these things that cut like steel
into the freshly scarred souls
of the people I love?
How dare you tear apart the spirit
of the people
for whom I would give my life,
and instead make them feel like theirs
is not worth living?
How would you feel if
ever so slowly
I took the happiness from the ones you loved
and let it die
twisted and blackened
until they had none left?
How dare you fill me with hatred for you
so intense
that I wish I could make you feel the pain I see in their eyes, hear