pain

It really hurts, the way you looked at me like I'm trash.

Like I'm a used pack of cigarrettes, cast away, burned up.

Flicked to the ground by you.

Thrown down the stairs by you.

Cursed and threatened by you.

More than just my body, you hurt my mind.

You hurt my soul.

You broke me like balsa wood, shattered my ice cold heart.

I can't bear to look at myself anymore.

Not even a glance into a mirror as I pass it by.

All is see is the scars you gave me.

You've taken over. 

I yell like you, I throw things like you.

I hit him like you hit me.

You have become me and I have become you.

And that's the worst pain of all.