When will it stop? When will the day come…
The abuse happens anually, monthly, weekly, each hour, minute, second… There is no place where we can find peace. We live in a destructive and cruel place where humans act nothing human and we suffer all along. It is a nightmare. it is a war. A constant shock and pain flashes through our interior beings, and we only think of love and kindness towards these abusive souls. We repeat the same question daily, and we only want to find a home. When will we be loved, and cared for? For what is my life, rather than being in an extremely painful jail with thousands of loving souls that only want to be loved … like I want.
When the sunrise comes, and we lay down… tiresome of the barkings, shoutings, and tearings of our soundless voices that get run over by the daylight; we think about the fortune of those living peacefully with their families in protection and in care. Why can’t we live the same lives? Are we destined to excruciating pain and suffering? What is happening to these “humans”? Are they now giving value to minuscule aspects of life, while shoving to the distance, careless our sentiments and emotions? Don’t they realize that we feel too!
But then… when the moon goes down, and the sun floats up… we fill ourselves with energy and compassion. We wait, and wait. We continue waiting…… but noone ever comes. The day passes by, we are given what we need to survive, but it does not mend our shattered hearts. The sunlight starts to fade, and again we only wait.. for that loving soul that will make our heart a whole. But simply, it never occurs and our lives go by as sad as can be, with torture and pain, with neglection and rejection… day by day.
The day comes to an end, and today is my day. Today is the day that I will enter the Death Row room which is the room where we all end our lives in. A room full of misery, sadness, and tears. A room where our voices expand to infinity because we are speakers of our faithful hearts, but voiceless of our humans ears. It came today for me, and I will no longer be… Inside of the waiting area, because I now have left this life, not knowing what a “human” can be.
-Elvis a dog from a nearby shelter (Astrophysics Angie)