You left me to perish in my own self harm.

You stole my humor, happiness, and charm.

You let me go

You watched me fall.

It was like you didn't care if I was there at all.

I cried and told it all to you. Maybe you would help if you knew?

But you just laughed and turned away, because you thought it wasn't true.

You said there was nothing wrong with me, but could you really see?

So you left me with a lock and you threw away the key.

And now, I was chained to my brutal agony.

In chains I fought but I was blind with pain

and I couldn't see the point in trying to fight again.

Just because you ignored it all,

I had been broken after my fall.

Will I really be there when it is you; being harmed like I had been to?