Whats it called?

FOR MARI....It's painful to see a family member destroying themselves...

What's it called when hatred is the only thing you see...
when your desire to tear down becomes what you breathe
when your most secret place inside your heart drowns
when love dies from how such ugliness sounds?

What's it called when you desire to inflict pain...
when softness cracks from emotional strain
when attention is something you demand to obtain
when you realize from hatred you can't refrain?

What's it called when you want to stop
when you see what you've done and nothings on top
when you feel the depth of the pain you inflict
when you find it's too late, your emotions are stripped?

What's it called when you refuse to see 
that you hurt you when you hurt me
when your thoughts reflect the pain you feel
when you start to die and your destiny's sealed?

What's it called when you want to feel love
when you've pushed love away that comes from above
when you see you're alone because of your hate
when you're hurting so bad you can't even see straight?

It's called a mistake only love can erase

and

I love you...
still.

Author's Note

It's not always easy taking the higher ground...

Reviews

[Lily1111]

I love the message in this wonderful poem. You are right, taking the higher ground is not easy, in fact it is damn difficult. To show love and forgiveness to someone who has inflicted pain in our lives seems foreign to most people. It seems to me that often those inflicting the pain are really just wounded souls themselves who don't know what to do with their pain so they inflict it onto others. I really enjoyed reading this insightful poem

[Antonio Valentino]

To many, this is called, a relationship.
To many others still, it's the same thing, they just haven't opened up their eyes yet.

Slap some love on that wound, and wrap it up with some time.
I'm not smart enough to know what else would work.

I enjoyed this Susy..
I'm sure others will too.
Rich

[Ken Simm.]

What is it called? Its called from your side, love, whatever comes, whatever is, whatever will be.

[Mr. Lopez]

I'm not sure that i agree with your comment in the third stanza. I get it ! The whole piece is written with great percision that adds to the flow . I felt the love/hate in your words . There seems to be a bit of underlined bitterness that is medicated with love by the end. Very powerful writing !
What's it called when you refuse to see
that you hurt you when you hurt me
when your thoughts reflect the pain you feel
when you start to die and your destiny's sealed?

This, along with the last stanza, stood out and gave me the most thought provoking words.