In Case of Violence

You

Smiled when I asked for empathy

You mistook it for weakness

Violence flowed through your words

You were proud

The words cut like a knife

I felt them pierce my chest

They did cut my heart

It did bleed

I did cry

But you

In your pride

You do not seem to know

That violence always returns

And your skull will crack

And red flowers shall spill from it

And violence will leave you

So that

You

Cannot use violence anymore.