Empathy

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It's ironic
Poetic even
That the girl
Who doesn't feel
Is named after
The most
Prominent emotion.

She doesn't
Feel confusion
Or betrayal
She sees things
How they are

Black and white
There are
No shades of
Gray

Spirits whispered
To her
They weaved a story
Of suffering and
Promises

Of anger
And hatred
Of murder
And starvation

They meant to
Corrupt her
To turn her into
A monster
Someone who
Knew no right
Or wrong

The girl was
Immune
The lack of emotions
Protected her
From the corruption
Of poisoned
Words

Mabye that
Is why
She saw it
First.

There was a boy
Kind-hearted and
Patient. He hid his
Tears.

The world
Was blinded
By shallow smiles
And dull words of
Reassurence

The boy was
Suffering
She was the only
One who could
See it. But she
Ignored him

Day by day
The kind-hearted
Boy grew malicious
And cruel.

He cut
Thin lines
Of red swelled
From his wrists
He grew isolated
He was forgotten

Until the night
When he looked
To the moon
He was revolted
By the cruel
Being he had
Become

In self defence
He tied the rope
Around his neck
And reached to
Hook it

He looked out
Towards the
Moon and
Thought it would
All be over
Soon.

The boy breathed
His last and jumped
Off the chair
He had been standing
On

His legs kicked
His hand flailed
But in the end he
Greeted death

His sister entered
In the morning
She saw her
Brother hanging
There his face
Pale.

She dropped to her
Knees. Her first
Time truely
Feeling.
She cried

Her hands
Shook as she
Reached for
The folded
Note

Sister
It read
You loved me
Dearly
But in the
End I didn't
Love my self

Truely it was
Mistake
But I was born
In the word time
To the wrong race

But the demons
And the needles
Just became too
Much

I was just
A waste
Of space
A piece of
Junk among
Masterpieces

I had no reason
To stay with this
Selfish race
But I was not a
Fighter
Not like you

I am sorry
But you won't feel
This pain
But please know
That the world
Should bow its
Head in shame.

The girl was
A stranger to
The pain in
Her breast

The note fell
From her fingers
As a sob
Tore from her
Throat. For the
First time
She cried.

Her heart
Thawed
When
Her brother
Left the world
She truely entered it

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