Autopsy of Her Soul
Do you even hear her when she speaks?
So incredibly cruel, you are
overtaking her whenever she has a thought
talking down to her like she doesn’t matter,
like anything she has to say doesn’t matter.
You yell, scream even
she swears you love to hear the sound of your own voice
uneducated and incredibly rude,
so condescending, so belittling and cold.
Vile thoughts run through her head as the bile rises up in her throat
shaking inside with so much rage
crying out of extreme frustration.
You do one kind thing for her and she pays for it with your cruel treatment and condescending tone
You make her feel small, like nothing
she gets away from you to feel human again, to find herself-purpose, to matter.
She’s tired, she’s exhausted
you burst her happy bubble every day when you come home
your negative vibes, your constant bitching
acting like you know all like you’re the only one that matters, like only your opinion counts,
all others are a cancerous tumor that festers in your life.
You strain her, stress her out, cause emotional distress
you are negative, a dark cloud hovering overhead, blocking her blue sky,
the main source of her stress,
you are the strain behind her eyes,
the crushing pain inside her head.
The tears flowing down her cheeks
You kill her will to live.
The autopsy of her soul will leave only one question….
Which of your evils actually killed her?
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