How could you?

Why do you hurt me?
Why can't you see?
What your anger
does to me.

I don't deserve it,
Yet it's directed at me,
Constantly tearing
me apart internally.

I sit here,
And wondering how come,
You constantly hit me,
With those verbally flung swords.

Each time they hit,
I'm pierced soul deep,
And no amount of happiness,
Will completely heal me.

Why do you hurt me?
Why can't you see?
What your anger
does to me?