Then and Now

My heart ache is no less there than yours simply because you feel you went through worse. My life thus far has not been easy, you did not make it better with your seething lips like fire or remarks like knives.

I never wanted it to be a competition as to which one of us had it worse off, I simply begged you to see the scars you caused me at my lowest, because I promise you I felt every one of yours like they were my own.

I remember stories of the monsters under my bed and in my closet, they never scared me. Not until I saw you becoming the monster in my home, saw you reflecting your fathers faults like you were a broken mirror.

I used to pray to a god, who perhaps had his fingers in his ears but, at the time he was all I had. I prayed that you would hurt like I did, prayed that you would feel that fire lash across your wrists. like I did.

Now, I pray that you realize your mistakes, and that your lips were like cannons of fire. I pray that you realize all you have lost at the hands of unnecessary competition.