You do not see

the heaving of my chest,

or the 

hurt in my eyes.

 

You do not hear

the silence after my screams,

or the

sound of angry fists hitting my pillow.

 

You do not feel 

the tiredness of my eyes

or the

strength that it takes

for me to get up

from the bathroom floor.

 

You do not see

or hear

or feel these things

simply because you do not care.

So, no. 

No, I will not forgive you.

I will not forgive you

until you know

the torment 

that I have endured.

 

If I can live like this,

you can surely

live with the guilt

of being

unforgiven.