There is not a single day when I don’t try to hurt you. I take a knife, try to pierce through you, but never do you utter a single noise apart from wincing- that too only rarely. However, you do make me cry with your irresponsiveness. There isn’t a single time when I try to cut you and you don’t make me weep. I try my best- either by not looking at you or by breathing deep with my tongue hardly pressed on the roof of my mouth- yet I am always left with tears in my eyes.