Your happiness was built on my broken back and broken mind
Don’t search too deeply within, or you’ll be horrified by the fruits of my pain you find
Unless, with me, the soul I thought you had you left behind
And can, in good conscious, gaze upon it, guiltless, proud, ignorant, blind
Am I ever at all broken glass underneath your bare feet?
Is there ever a burden in your chest tantamount to carrying across your shoulders a beam of concrete?
Have you ever fleetingly felt me, the torment, anguish, misery, hellish heat?
Has there been one moment you felt you were being pulled down and felt the chills of defeat?
You’re forgotten, it doesn’t matter, I suppose
But you took the knife to my back until I bled dry, I caved to the blows
But in the wasteland you banished me to, I stumbled, I was beaten by my passions and woes,
And if you never knew or never cared, it shows