Sneak Peek

How can you

How can you?

How can you smile?

How can you laugh?

When I, the person in the other room is dying on the inside.

How can you walk out that door with a smile on your face?

How can you walk out that door and pretend that nothing happened inside?

I know I can, I've been doing it my whole life.

How can you think that I'm alright?

How can you think that I will always be there?

I know your probably saying to yourself that I don't have it as hard as some.

But that's the thing I am some.

How can you go around saying that your a great person?

How can you lie to all those that think that?

You don't know my story.

And I yes I know that saying is used too much. Trust me I know.

How can you look at me and not see the visible crack in my face?

How can you not see me melting away every time you speak?

I'm this way because of you, you know.

I'm this way because you can't see the rips and tares in my skin.

How can you think it's okay sealing my hurt with the overly used word "sorry".

How can you look me in the eyes and say it will never happen again?

You know that it will happen again and again.

I know your probably thinking to yourself again you don't get beaten, I don't see bruises.

That is true I don't have bruises on my skin.

But what about my mind, heart, lungs?

My sanity is long gone all I have left is my sight.

My sight is the only thing that helps me keep my head.

My sight helps me see the good and the bad in people.

My hearing?

Oh I don't listen to it any more. Why should I?

All it is muffle noises.

Apologies left and right, and I can't take it.

I tried to protect myself.

When you tried to hurt me.

You really like using that axe called speech and volume. Huh?

How can you nock me down and not watch me struggle to get up and fight a little bit more?