she left before she was old enough to be tired of living she wasn't ready to go to sleep she opened her eyes for the first time not too long ago I want to know do we cry or do our eyes bleed over crime scenes politicians playing tiny violins doing nothing to stop the violence blaming the parents it takes a village a whole island a hour for a moment of silence we see the change we made the shift it's hard to avoid the shape of things when it's difficult to escape on a plane we take the train it all hurt the same only the feeling change once one decide to feel no more pain