Unsent letter to the victims

11th March, 2015

Dear you, 

I am sorry, on behalf of everyone. You do not deserve this.

I am not sorry because you are victims of abuse, rape, murder, drugs, bully, malnourishment, poverty, corruption, chauvinism, inequality, broken-heartedness, sorrow, pain, loneliness, disability or false accusations. To me, sympathy is the most hollow emotion a human can feel. I am sorry because we failed you. 

We failed to save you. We failed to revive you. We let the poison seep in into our society and we drank from the grail which held the poisoned water. I am sorry that we are too scared to raise our voices, I am sorry that we hide behind the curtains and choose to ignore. I am sorry we that we fail everyday. I am sorry that with each passing day more of you are born. 

I see you everyday, on television, on newspapers, on streets and parks - walking, talking and smiling... just like me. Yet, I fail to recognize you because of you sewn mouths... so I am sorry. 

I am sorry that no doctor or therapy can heal these scars. I am sorry that the politicians see you as credit cards to cash in on votes. I am sorry that people use you as a bad example. I am sorry that you are the butt of jokes. I am sorry that you are 'topics' - for discussion and debate. I am sorry that certain people play on you sentiments to get their work done. It does not matter if you are victims of your own actions or somebody else's. I am sorry for letting this happen, I am sorry that our voices aren't strong enough to pierce through the ears of the barbarians, our slaps aren't hard enough to echo fear inside the monsters, our chains are too weak to contain the demons. 

I am sorry to constantly finding faults in my life while all you've ever wished is a life like mine. I am sorry humanity today is lost. I am sorry that many of us have given up on hope. I am sorry that many of us look for excuses to distance ourselves from you... rather be linked to you in any way. I am sorry for my ignorance, sorry for being stuck between the part I play in this and the part that I should. 

I am sorry your voices are still drowned in the noise of self-importance. I am sorry for making excuses like - "I wish I could do something, but I am just one person, just an adolescent." I am sorry for making hollow promises and false condolences. I am sorry for the never-ending recurring nightmare that you wake up to each day.

I am sorry, I do not have enough words.

May god be with you. 

Your's faithfully, 

A victim