We were meant to be but we lost the means to direct our thoughts.
We shamed ourselves with glimpses at who we were inside.
The personal attacks all ran together in viscous streams of vulgarities.
One fed the other, evil perpetrators of such senseless crimes.
Calm me down with whimpering cries. Dried tears, dropped haphazardly across the page, dry and form complex designs.
Repeat and reiterate.
Tell me again about your troubles,I wasn't listening anyway.