I am nothing but an object all of us who cannot speak are nothing but mere objects to people like you. The words I fail to scream at you will never reach your heart they may reach your ears you can say you listen say you’re hearing us hearing all of us but nothing will ever pierce the cold hard exterior of your ventricles so we go unnoticed unheard unseen. Lost to the folds of time as all nonspeakers do at some point in their lives. My anger seethes but it dies off failing to carry through the wind. Words have become futile words have become weapons of mass destruction spreading like wildfire tearing apart all of those left in your wake. Survivorship is nothing more than just a label for you to exploit market off of and sell to consumers. Our words are nothing to you. Our lives are nothing to you our dreams our hopes and passions and vigor in life have been bled dry.
I have nothing left to say