How does it feel
to hold the knife
you stuck in my back
a million times?
How does it feel
to be buried alive
by the words left unsaid
the ones kept inside?
How does it feel
to die each day
from the absence
of truth causing pain?
How does it feel
to be left alone
by the person you loved
you thought you’d know?
How does it feel
to cross the line
by saying things
that spilled from your mind
How does it feel
to be the person
that nobody wants
for every reason
How did it feel
to be me for a day
to have my life
and have you taken away?
It feels as if you still don’t care
but darling, I’ll still meet you there
where the terrible live,
at the gates of He**,
where we will burn eternally.