Words cut through the silence like a knife

“I hate you” echoes against the walls of your mind

It bounces through the corridors of your memories

Was it justified?

You replay each moment with precision

Uncertainty flickers in slow motion

Were you truly the “bad guy”?

How did you end up in this place

Barren and stripped of all decency

You stare into the mirror 

Slowly you trace your fingers over your reflection

Eyes overwhelmed with the weight of the world

Perhaps some things are simply not meant to be

Your chest tightens then slowly releases

Your heart slowly moves from your throat 

Not physically but emotionally

Confusion turns to clarity

Anger to acceptance

Time would slowly pass

Emotional wounds eventually scar

One day you would no longer feel the pain

One day…