They Didn't Leave A Title

explanations of piety and unwillingness to come across in the wrong manner...hasn't the balance been fixed yet? the girl has no pity, but remorse aplenty, take our word for it, even when it sounds it, she doens't know what to say, is all. take a look for yourself, we've destroyed her, and we will never let her go. she fights, oh yes, she fights. she's had to to keep herself alive. but she cannot resist us, this urge. no pity, but guilt aplenty, enough to fill ten people completely. poor little girl, we don't care about her and she wants us to. pathetic in its simplicity and yet, we need her to stay this way, so we pretend to care. pretend to be there for her, when we are what she fears the most. just a kid...no, her thoughts come back in, they sound so young, becuase that's the age she'll always be...torment her with thoughts of the past and flashbacks...she wants them, though. the little girl has matured into a great masochist. we can do anything to her and she will not complain over much. just keep telling her how wrong she is, the girl won't fight it...won't fight...won't speak, say what you will...in this explanation we hold her truth and strength and weakness...and why she has scars across...like stars...like spears...like...silence...