All of You Are Murderers

all of the days when you wanted to hide

all of the times when you made mistakes

all of the moments when you hated what lived inside

all of the nights when your heart finally breaks

 

all of the words that could’ve saved a life

all of the things you could have said

all of the ways you could’ve taken her knife

all of the reasons for her not be dead

 

all of the dreams that you thought would last

all of the thoughts of what you could do

all of the reminders we have of the past

all of the waiting but you never came through

 

all of the blood on the bathroom floor

all of the tears that you shed

all of the girl that she was before

all of the horrors in her head

 

all of the gunshots that you ignore

all of the screams you don’t hear

all of the people that needed more

all of the pain and the fear

 

all of the witnesses that never spoke

all of this is because of you

all of the memories of a heart you broke

all of the silence you insue

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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