The Look Poem by miranda gray

I look at her as she reads her book
I can't imagine her reaction to this look
I look at her with hate
I look at her with pain
I look at her with all the sadness I have gained
I look at her as she sits there in deniale
And I hope this doesn't make me senile
She doesn't want to admit that she is the one who has been at the root of this pain
She's  the one who has causes me to bleed
Bleed in my heart
Bleed in my soul
She is the cause for me to put the blade to my skin
To make the bleeding in my heart real
To feel something
Anything