By Haley Lemon
You were angry,
And so was I.
But our anger –
it wasn’t the same.
Our outlets were different.
You broke things,
destroyed the things that weren’t you.
I broke myself,
Mutilated my own skin.
Your pain was not invisible to me,
I saw it, clear as day.
I just wish it hadn’t been there at all,
that you could’ve remained
Unscarred, unbroken.
I wish neither of us looked
at each other the way hurt souls do,
when the voices rise and the fights
rumble the walls.
I wish we didn’t understand.
That we weren’t alike in our loss.
