::sigh:: Sick of Life

So ILL with this life- hacking, spitting, wretching
So SICK of being little girls, us objects
do with us what you will
for how can we scream?
how can we fight?
when you beat and badger us until we no longer resemble
ourselves

What should anyone care what anyone feels
your suffering is always worse
your blood always redder, warmer
your wound deeper, more twisted
your eyes more sallow, more misted


What should you care for your effect
your ripple
your malice
your ignorance

Afterall
No one has it worse than you
No one weeps the same shade that you do.