I'm wounded to know you hurt
Each time I hear your cries
I wish my soul to leave this pain
The sound of  your cries are like a radiation
To my fragile soul causing it to mutate into
A strange, scared, unfeeling creature
I'm sorry
I'm sorry you have to hurt
I could tell you this over a million times
Neither of us chose to say hello to our troubles
Dressed up as angels
If only we knew they were evils in bright colours
We would have escaped from this dystopia
My tears are like acid burns to my being
Mom, each time I feel your hurt
The acid burns me so badly.



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