The Last Note From The Diary Of A Raped Girl

I am 19,
It has been 5 weeks 6 days,
The count of the days I was dying slowly. . . . .silently

Its the memory of the day I was marred,
The day they gave me this scar. . . . .

Hear The Saints

This is the scene we live in everyday, but yet find cumulative reasons and lies to live through it every single day. There are people who raise alarms now and then on issues about our twisted existence in this cruel world. And now, i guess it is time we Hear Those Saints.