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As children, we are thought to bear pain.

The politician slit out wrist, cut us till we see bone, and drown out our pleas and cry’s with there own

“this is for you” they said

“it could be worse” they said

“look at her, don’t you see how we didn’t bandage her wounds, how she died cold and alone?
Be grateful. We bandage your wounds, be grateful the next time we lift our knifes.

after all, we’re doing it for you.”…

“we love you” they said.

So we cried.
We cried until we had no more tears left to shed and than we realized that tears are all that we were because now,
we are empty.

Every cut, nothing more than a bother. We know we should cry, we know we should fight. But there’s no fight left.

We used it all up.

Where there was once empathy, we are left with apathy,
and where our tears felt big enough to fill an ocean, only puddles remain.

So do what you are here to do.
We don’t care.

It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.

Cut us, bruise us, mutilate our body’s beyond recognition, but know we will feel nothing until you show us the mirror.

Kill us perhaps. Wouldn’t that be easier?

We know it’s coming. We wait for it each day, knowing it’ll come, so do it now while I can still recognize myself.

Please.