You.

I want to re-evaluate the pain to make sure it is still dormant at the edge of my mind, waiting to explode once again. Always on the verge of tears, dancing across my tongue, screaming on my skin, and patiently, I wait. In, out, it hurts to breathe, but I know it is the only way I will ever feel alive again, so I breathe. I breathe. Whispering in my ear, the reminder of the pain taunts me like the click of a trigger to the back of my head, I want to reminisce of the past because my future is a black abyss, and slowly, I fall into it. My vision is blurred, I cannot see, but maybe if I did it would not be any better, for I would finally have no excuse for my ignorance and avoidedness. One, I see no evil because if I did I wouldn't be able to breathe anymore and it would consume me, all of the little pieces of myself I have tried to glue together would be swallowed whole and crushed under the weight of my despair. Two, I hear no evil because I have chosen to be deaf to others screams that sound like my own and the scratching of  nails against the window pane, trying to claw to my heart. Three, I do no evil because I have no strength to do anything anymore, you have stripped me of my empathy, I am nothing.