Staring off into the unknown

i hurt him today.  i became angry with him.  he can be childish, blind, weak, and all around pitiful.  i yelled at him.  i stared him down.  i allowed myself to swallow him up -- overpowering him with memories, thoughts, feeling.  he sank.  i saw his eyes drop.  he became frightened, but i know he feels it, too.  he's a loser.  he's a no body.  he's nothing, and i told him so.  look at what he's done with himself.  look what he's done with others.  look at the wake of irritation and grief he causes people.  all because he wants.  he wants what he wants.  this is obviously what he wanted.  this must have been what he had in mind.  this is what he wanted, and so ... this is what he's getting.  i loathe him.  so weak.  so blind.  i hope he chokes on himself.  so i cut him.  i ran him through.  don't worry -- he's still alive.  weak and vulnerable.  pathetic.  cowering.  hurting.  bleeding.  needy.  alone.  (blink)  but i pity him.  i feel for him.  sometimes ... he just really means well.  i hate to hate him.  aw, he's really taking this badly.  he's crying now -- i see him.  poor guy.  so sad.  so alone.  so much pain.  he's hurting -- i need to comfort him.  so i wrap my arms around my insides and mend him.  he'll be okay.  we'll be just fine.  we always are.  just me, and myself.  i'm sorry, my friend.