A heart bleeds out, ripped out so vulgar,
A gaping hole left, carved out by another.
Many voices were stolen,
Shot down, some forever silenced.
Tell me, did it hurt you?
Funny way of showing it,
You didn’t breathe a word.
And then there’s you, shameless,
Seemingly safe, away from harm.
And safe you are, too.
For now.
Your safety is on borrowed time,
Sitting atop a pile of headstones
Of voices that did raise.
Voices that were stolen
By those too afraid of bloodletting.
But it’s you
The worst offender of them all.
I hope the deaf ear was worth it,
Because you aren’t making the fall.
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