Don't Tell Me

"You wouldn't understand,"

well that's just bull.

I understand more than you ever will.

I've been down that path,

and know every twist and turn.

I don't know.

Please.

You don't know.

You don't know the things I've done.

Wouldn't understand the hate I've felt.

not for someone else,

but for myself.

And I don't know?

I do, child.

I do.

I know what it feels like,

to have the devil breathing down your back.

his putrid breath stinging your very insides.

And I don't know?

I don't understand?

I understand perfectly well how one missed meal turns to twenty.

how the mirror is never friendly.

how you can shout and scream and kick with all your might,

but it won't get you anywhere.

I understand.

I know how the wind,

with it's mighty blows,

can kick you back,

again and again.

I know that pain can be your friend,

when you have none.

I know how blind you can be,

and how perfect your sight is,

when your imperfections and flaws

are thrown in front of me.

Child,

YOU don't understand.

I've been through more than you can imagine.

more than your precious little mind can hold.

I've seen how misery can make miserable things unbearable.

I know how tides change and when you do it's all your strength that is needed to hold onto the very thing that doesn't exist and was taken away in the first place.

I know that with every breath you breath there is someone standing behind you,

watching you and waiting for the perfect time to shove that knife down your throat and end it all.

I know the times when you want him to because you just can't take it anymore.

I understand,

dear child,

how running from the fire doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

It just means you are good at running.

and how those flames can lick up and down your body with its' merciless tongues and laugh at you all the while.

So don't tell me I don't understand.

Don't even let that thought form in your mind.

I understand perfectly well my dear,

I understand.

So just,

don't tell me