Dirty Victims

Please don't remember this.

Please don't remember me.

Take back these moments and the memories.

Take back the pain on the inflicted and the dead.

Take back the suffering, give it to me instead.

I know I didn't do this, I wish I was to blame.

I wish I could fix this, or you could hate me instead.

I wish you could ease that hollowness from what was stolen from you.

I wish I could give you back that innocence.

I wish you didn't have to see my face in such circumstances.

I wish we hadn't met.

Maybe if you didn't know me, then maybe you wouldn't have been through that night.

Maybe you wouldn't feel so dirty, so filthy inside.

I wish you could scrub away their actions like you can the blood.

I wish it was that easy for you.

I was a witness, I wish I was the victim instead.

It pains me to see you like this, and no one knows but us.

They don't know what the scars in your eyes mean. They don't know why you flinch at their actions. They don't see how their words hurt you.

I wish I could fix this, this agony.

I wish you could face the monster and hurt him even a fraction of how he hurt you.

I wish that face didn't haunt you, make you so unsure.

I wish you felt safe for once since that day.

I wish I could do something to ease the unbearable burden.

I wish.... I wish..... 

I'm sorry.