Backfire

Oh wronged one,
Loved one
You don't know how easy you have it
Your body hurts
Your hopes are injured
Your dreams have burned
But your soul is intact
Everything around me is poisoned
By the pain exuding from my broken spirit
Wronging you is a double-edged sword
And my edge is sharper, deeper
I feel it
Fear it
Your wounds heal with time
And band aid
But mine
Require active surgery
Internal wounds and conflicts require
More money
More effort
Least safe
And leave visible scars forever
Pity yourself not,
You will survive
Pity me not
I have seen hell in life
And have learned how to avoid it afterwards
You've made your shield a mind of steel
And I drew mine from the time taken to heal.