All the tears are gone…?

For every lost life she shed a tear and now her eyes are dry, painful and without life.

For every tear she shed took away something from her,

And now what’s left of her is just a residue…

A wasteful reminder of what she was Not but still she chose to keep it,

Since its easy to just survive than to live.

Twenty centuries have passed and still nothing changed

Our biggest achievement – Discrimination, is still positively thriving

While humanity rots and evaporates everyday by the likes of those who can still shed tears.

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The perfect life

Scattered as always,

Shattered as always

They torment me

and make me hostage.

To speak would mean to use words.

They betray me at every single step.

They release my thoughts and make me handicapp.

Several times I have been at the mercy of others.

To know they can do and you cannot, bothers.

To write would mean to leave a proof.

If they read it, they will know.

Words, then wont be the only thing I will fear.