More Than Your Hate

Between each word you utter,

Lies the truth of your existence.

One of poor intention,

Where the only victim is you.

My throat bleeds

For you.

But my voice is quiet,

Among your captors.

They whisper to you,

I cannot call them lies.

As they paint your reality

An ugly shade of blue.

I leave imprints on your soul,

The color of my own.

But they will take you away,

Even if I love you,

More than you hate yourself.