May 16, 2023
You empathise with her. So you had to find me with crimson dripping down my legs, trembling like a piece of paper, my face torn and my soul broken, but wasn't that how I was for years? You chose to ignore me. You screamed when you heard my cry, you screamed when you heard my silence, you sat in judgment on me for something I hadn't done and condemned me to never be able to call for help. You pretended not to have seen my wounds, not to have felt my fear, you looked away when my eyes begged you for comfort, but when you saw her, you lay on the ground, as if you had no memory of me.