breathe
I breathe in hate.
I hear rancid words
And baseless accusations.
I see pain.
I feel bones close to breaking,
Muscles shaking so much from trying not to fight back.
To just let it go.
Because if you retaliate,
You're the monster
You're the dissappointment.
You were supposed to be the better person.
You were supposed to take it
And take it
And take it
And take IT
And takE It
And taKE IT
And tAKE IT
And TAKE IT
AnD TAKE IT
AND TAKE IT
and take it,
your last breath.
At your hands or hers,
You will die.
You shouldn't be afraid of death,
You should just be ready for it.
Because in the end
You never mattered anyway.