How do you do it?

I've always wondered how you did it.
Every day of every week of every month.
You did it until I couldn't do it anymore.
You yelled.
You screamed.
You lashed out at the things around you,
You lashed out at me.
You made me feel like I was the one
Who made all the bad choices,
Like I was the one who was mean.
I've always wondered how you live with yourself
Knowing that you ruined an innocent person.
You ruined me.
Me - your friend
- the one who stuck by you.
- the one who believed in you.
But now there's no belief left in me.
There's nothing left.
You took everything I had
And ripped it apart.
Don't you feel any guilt?
Guilt for the bruises you left,
For the irreparable damage you made?
In the end I realized I had made one horrible choice.
That choice was you.
I thought I could trust you
But look where that left me:
Broken, empty, alone.
How do you do it?

Reviews

[Brandon]

I've thought exactly these same thoughts before. I still do actually. This was very honest and raw. Perfect.

[Brookell▲]

I couldn't exactly relate to the topic of the poem but I could certainly feel the emotion you put into it I like it allot. The only other thing I could tell you is try to be strong and move on, You know? All in all its a skillful poem.

[Miss Coral]

Nice piece- very emotional and powerful. You might consider incorporating some imagery and playing with the punctuation a bit, but this was really nicely done as-is. Great job! :)

-Coral-

[Mauricio Montoya]

It sad that some people lash out, what they can not take. I like how you put this together Excellent write.

[Calypso]

I feel like this too. I wonder if an abuser ever feels guilt.

[Brook Hughes]

Wow, I can understand what you are talking about. Alot of people ask those questions about themselves. I had a friend at my old school whose dad hit her constantly. She would come to school with bruises on her arm. But alot of teens even small children have to deal with abusive parents. Great write!

[Lilly Negoi]

good question - we often get hurt by those we put our faith into and eventually find ourselves like you said, "broken, empty, alone". and like the latins say, "cui bono"? :) to what good? :)...