The bitterness in my heart runs deep,
a river of rage I can\'t release.
Why must the ones who hurt me thrive,
while I’m left to question why I’m alive?
I want to tear away the memories,
to erase their cruelty, their bitter deeds.
Each word they spoke, each glance they threw,
burns like fire, cutting through.
How can they walk while I still bleed?
How can they live without a single need
to apologize, to feel remorse,
as I drown in this endless course?
But mercy—what is mercy when none is shown?
When all I have is this pain, all alone.
Yet still, I must find a way to rise,
to let go of hatred, to open my eyes.
Because no matter how deep the wound,
holding onto anger will keep me doomed.
I seek the strength to heal, to breathe,
and move beyond the ache that clings to me.
This is not the life I wanted to claim,
but I will not be defined by my pain.