It hurts.
Like a knife slicing me apart.
Like a train running me over.
But there is nothing there;
No marks,
No cuts,
No blood.
The only sign that I'm hurting,
Are my eyes.
They are red.
They are swollen.
This is all that shows.
This is the only mark.
Do you see what you have done?
Can you see the pain,
Now that I’ve told you
How to see it?
I feel the knife again.
The blade is slicing me.
I guess you don’t see.
You don’t understand.
You don’t know
What you’ve put me through.
Leave.
Leave me to my pain.
The pain that you inflict
Every second
Of every day.
Thank you for making me stronger.
Thank you for showing me my mistakes.
Thank you for shaping me to be who I am.
Now I know.
Who I am,
Who you are.
The invisible pain,
The invisible gashes,
The invisible blood.
All reminders of what was.
All battle scars
That make me, me.
Now I know
Where not to go.
Now I know
How to leave you
And the pain.