The moment they say everything is alright then go and stab you in the back and tear your secrets and life out and destroy you until you're left for dead. Unresponsive, numb, susceptible to the pain and anger of a mob, but singled out and viciously killed and butchered all for the sickness of the game and fight. Always telling yourself to get up, but damn the floor is comfy and don't sense it there. They fall and fall again to build a resistance but only fuck you up more as you try to be yourself, but die over and over at the expense of the sick, twisted, bloodlust of the people. You get walked on and take the weight, but get flattened and dug in deeper. The pain unbearable, but necessary for future action as a retaliation upon the powered cowards of the time. Y'all think it's cool to torment and give up on people, wait to see the pain brought upon by the broken and numbly invincible monsters you and your society made, it's fine though. Prison hides them from the world as you realize, through death there still isn't an escape from them, just a deeper hole to put yourself in as an example of what you have put more through. Chances are, some have left those who care the most to rot wondering what went wrong. Just to learn it was them all along.
