conversations held with myself in the corner of my room at night.

"you should make them cry, make them stop taking you for granted, make them stop stabbing you with their every malicious smile and ill-intended thought"

"no, i shouldn't"

"c'me on, it'd be easy, they've downplayed you so much that you now know exactly what brick to hit to make their whole foundation crumble into the ground, knees scraped, skin bleeding, finally giving you the respect you deserve for being a fucking living human being"

"no, i shouldn't, i cannot, because no matter how much i break, i refuse to become them. i refuse to hurt others the way i've been hurt. to make them hate their own carcass, to have internal wounds but no bullet holes, no bruises"

tears make a woeful song against my carpet as i shake my head.

"...i refuse"

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