Unforgiving

Red. Black.

Rage. Anger.

Knives. Guns.

Revenge. Unmerciful.

Unsympathetic. Heartless.

I remember. Remember.

These memories are locked in my head like a prisoner that can't escape.

They continue to pile up. My mental prison becomes overcrowded.

So many prisoners in my thoughts. Each have their own story.

Their own reasons of why they are still here.

The abuse. The taunting. The ridicule. 

The way you tore me down with your words.

How you belittled me every day; told me I'd never be anything.

The deceit, the mind games. 

How you tore a piece of my heart out every day.

The hate. The disgust.

The look in your eyes told it all.

I tried so hard, so hard.

Nothing was ever enough for you.

My efforts were disregarded and unappreciated.

It could've been different,

We could've been different.

But something in our souls weren't compatible.

You couldn't accept me.

And for that, I am unforgiving.