never

you will never understand the complexity of my existence, nor the lengths I will go to. if my silence doesn't speak to you, then I hope my words do. I hope they burn, sting, and bruise. if you do not feel for my sorrow, then I hope you make out my anger. I hope it eats you from the inside out. I hope it rots any dignity you have left, I pray it claws and barks at you. I hope you go through what I did. foaming at the mouth. bloodied hands and sharp teeth anguished for a silver of sympathy, I rarely wish I'll on others, but when I do. it is sincere and genuine. murderous and savage. if I cannot fanthom the strength to hurt you, then I hope the world does