Eternal silence

I would pass broom or a thin wire into my veins through my nose before I let an abuser go I would burn down a city before I let a molester sleep in comfort It's not the crime,it's the torture you can't repeatedly talk about It's the knowing you see this person but the world and others still smile at them like they're normal humans It's the hate in your heart It's the tears that never stop It's the eternal bleed and drill and emptiness you feel that never gets filled It's the number of times you're scared to loudly raise a helping hand to another victim because it keeps opening yours