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.