I didn't know he cried too.

I hated him because he was perfect. In his own way I wanted to tear him apart. Rip away those hands that bred perfection. I hated his angelic and easy smiles I hated the ease in which he was accepted. his perfect life and favored gifts. so I hurt him. driving stakes of doubt into that gullible heart. twisting his feelings into lies and pretty whispers. I tore at him making him work for the right to be alive I scratched at him peeling away his perfect skin to show what was really inside. I abandoned him laughing like the fools in a choir. making him beg I degraded him. I gained power over him I now felt perfect. I felt beautiful like i was someones reason to smile I didn't see it that thing that was so familiar so much a part of my core. I didn't see it the way he shattered with each stroke of my verbal whip. His glistening eyes shining in despair and not joy. The scars on his soul, his body, I didn't see. the way he degraded himself to fall at my feet. He became that weed that unimportant part of me I didn't see my reflection in his eyes, my pain in his false smiles. I didn't see the bullying, that had fallen upon me. I didn't see his LIFE that he ended too soon, his perfect smile, that he grimaced behind. I didn't see his beautiful heart, black and painted in webs. Bullying I didn't see that he cried too.