Can You Hear Them?

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Can you hear them?
Screaming.
Crying.
Pleading.
Begging.

Do you know what they want?
Mercy.
Death.
Help.
To be heard.

That's all they want.
They want to be seen, and heard, and helped.
They crave the sweet relief of death.
They crave it like a drug. Like the burn of whiskey.
Like the coolness of a blade on the hellfire raging inside.

Do you know what they say?
"Help me!"
"There is no hope."
"I can't do this!"
"You can't die yet."

They say, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

They say, "I can't trust you.  Go away."

They say, "Let me go! Set me free!"

They say, "Let me be. It's not safe."

They scream, "Feel the insanity you forced on me!"

They plead, "Help me fix myself! I can't stand this anymore!"

They scream, "Hate me for the monster you turned me into!"

They beg, "Love me for how  broken I've become."

Can you hear them now?
I hope not.
Because they never stop.
Never rest.
Never quiet.
Always screaming, crying, pleading, begging.
Always...

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