If I could, I would make sure
you never took another breath.
If I could, I would break your bones,
the way you tortured mine.
And if I could, I'd count the minutes
while I watched you burn alive.
If I could, I'd laugh out loud
while you were sobbing on the ground.
I would take the time to have a beer
and have all my friends gather around.
I'd hope you would look up at me,
the way I raised my eyes to you.
If I could, I'd ignore your begging,
the way you ignored mine.
And if I could, I'd show you
what it was like to feel half-alive.
But, alas, these things I cannot do,
for I am different-not like you.
I have a heart and I have a soul,
bandaged and healing, but there.
If I could, I would walk away.
I am different-not like you.