Does Anyone Care
Does anyone care?
A cut of the wrist, a slit of the neck, a final jump,
And just like that, another life has ended.
I’m crying for the victim but also the killer as;
stroke the fragile skin of his porcelain cheek,
As I run my fingers over his broken veins,
As I save his body from the unforgiving floor,
An act of kindness which has come too late...
My tears and my love don’t bring him back,
And I am left with a body, adorned in self-inflicted cuts.
Wrapped in the comfort of your home, you may wonder;
Why, the unnecessary, suffering and pain?
But do you really care? Do you really want to know the truth?
With each sunny day that passed, he fell,
Deep and deeper into the depths of despair,
Waiting for someone to reach in and pull him out.
With each hunched step he took, he stumbled,
Crumbling under a burden of self-hatred.
No-one helped him up.
I didn’t help him up.
He was left to die, wondering, ‘Does anyone care?’
He left before I could even give him an answer.
05/03/2020
Copyright © Esther Walters | Year Posted 2020
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