You could have been dead by Now

I've dreamt of your death many times,

wondering if prison would be worth it.

With your actions,

it feels as if I am solitary confinement,

for a crime that is yours.

I struggle to recover from the death sentence

that you seem to throw on my head,

this guilt that I have

over nothing.

Yet, I am glad I didn't kill you.

Even though I know a million reasons why.

I can channel my anger towards you,

in a thousand constructive ways.

Ways that will put me on top,

that will help me live my life,

as I see fit, and not how you

think it should be.

So, I become alive, and free, and my own person.