In all my days I've never seen so much hurt fester in ones eyes.

Until I saw my own.

In all my days I've never seen someone fall so hard.

Until I did.

Your words cut more than the slices on my wrists.

Your inflicted pain will always stay with me, and yet, you don't care.

How could you live with yourself?

How can you get up everyday?

How do you not want to fall dead every time you see my face.

You have hurt me in ways that are unimaginable.

And yet...

You. Don't. Care.

Will you ever see it?

Will you ever learn?

Will you ever face what you have done?

Stare it in the face.

Fight it until it crashes down.

Then triumph over it?

Or will you continue to hide?

Fight internally instead of making a difference.