Silent

…

The anger boils inside me,

writhing up and choking me so

I can’t breathe,

I can’t call out.

You won’t come, wouldn’t come,

even if I did scream.

You’d just smile

and savour my pain.

…

The pain poisons me inside,

twisting around and smothering me so

I can’t speak,

I can’t cry.

You won’t care, wouldn’t care,

even if I did cry.

You’d just laugh and that is why

I stay…silent.

…

One day I’ll have you

writhing inside, choking on

your smothered cries

and stolen breaths.

For the way you have destroyed me

I swear

you will smother, choke,

you won’t breathe, cry.

You will lie before me

and be sorry for

what you have inflicted

on me, my being.

…

You will see the anger

and pain contorted in my face.

But is it for you…or for me,

for letting you destroy me…?