Do you see that?
The ruins of abandonment
People, but in hollow cases
The silence of betrayal
Trust, but in broken pieces
But they were not the only victims

Do you hear that?
The voices of hatred
Words, but on silver knives
The whimpers of hurt
Tears, but on open wounds
But they were not the only victims

Do you feel that?
The emptiness of void
One person, but with so much sin
The numbness of pain
One heart, but walls so high
But it wasn't only others she ruined
For they were not the only victims
© Medha