I Hope You'Re Happy

I hope you're happy with everything you've achieved. How does it feel to know you absolutely destroyed someone? How does it feel knowing you tore down everything she worked so hard to build? Does it make you happy, knowing she looks in the mirror and questions why someone was so determined to ruin her? Does it thrill you to the core that you're the one that broke her? Not just her heart, but her body and mind. Do you find joy in the fact that you stole hers? When you moved, she flinched, unsure of whether you would be kind or cruel. When you spoke, she closed her eyes, knowing your words would cloud her eyes. When you hurled insults at her, she visibly shook, wondering when the verbal hurt would become physical. Your voice became toxic to her body. She broke herself trying to please you. She was never pretty enough, she was never right. She never listened, she never did a thing for you. You poisoned her view of herself and you made her believe she will never be good enough. God, I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy and free. Because she's broken and weak. And it's all because of you.