Oh, how the tables have turned

Your pain now greater then mine.

My hurt almost crushed me, obliterated me

How will you now fare?

My pain was one that built and destroyed me

Always needing a release in the form of crimson cuts

On the pale skin of my body.

In the form of vices that have ruined others stronger than me.

Razors, drugs, alcohol, and sex.

Will that pain be passed to you?

When will you have to cut open your skin too?

Will you resort to vices like me in order to lose yourself?

The tables have turned, pain passed along.

Your pain over me will kill you inside

Until you can no longer hide from the damage you've done

From the pain you've wrought.

I hope it hurts as much as mine

So that you can understand that losing you was more than I could bear.

How does it feel to see me happy while you wallow in Dispair?