May you never
Face such horror
That is, for some,
Always in store.

You have no clue
What some will face.
You won't see it.
There is no trace.

Every day, they
Fight to survive.
Miraculous,
How they're alive.

Pain and torture's
What they endure.
You don't think so?
Well, rest assured

That you don't have
To think it's real.
You're still lucky
To never feel

Agonizing,
Woeful despair.
An unseen scar
Is what they wear.

You'll never know
Sickening pain.
For this dark blight
Creates disdain

For all of life
And to just be.
How do I know?
It lives in me.