there are secrets
that only the suffering know
we know how to cut off our loved ones
with the shift of a glance
the deafness of our heart
we know how to punish ourselves
with thoughts of regrets
and guilts
we suffering can disembowel
ourselves
we can become the walking dead
we can cast aside our hopes
rid ourselves of feelings
we can hear the quiet language of unseen tears
we hand you our hearts on a plate but warn
its poisoned
we imagine ourselves punished
by a god who never existed
except to punish us
an we suffer in places that are hidden
even to ourselves
and when you think we reach out for you
from our hell
do not be mistaken
we mean to bring you down
we mean for you to suffer
