After all of this time, I still can’t say that I’m fine,
I’m still searching for security inside my clouded mind.
You’ve made your mistakes, I know I’ve made mine, but I just wanted an apology for years of wasted time.
For the tongue is a fire, and I was set ablaze by the ignorance and arrogance that you displayed.
You fed me lies.
Looked into my eyes, told me that Hell awaited me for how I lived my life.
Your words cut deeper than a spear to the rib.
With time, I’m hoping I can learn to forgive.
I just can’t forget the things that you said.
How all of these years later, you’re still stuck inside my head.
You dug deep, unearthing feelings foreign to me.
The edges fell away with the strike of your spade.
Unrelenting, the emptiness is all that remains.
Every lash of your tongue dug my grave.
I won’t let you bury me.
I just wanted you to see that the consequences of your actions left impressions I won’t forget.
Lasting reminders of time spent wasted.
It’s bittersweet to know that you created me.
You were the catalyst to my suffering.
I hope that Heaven is real, so you can finally understand how it feels to watch something that you once loved go up in smoke.
To feel the desolation in the absence of hope.
I hope you watch me burn.
I hope the salt stings your eyes.
Watching down from above as you listen to my cries.
I hope you watch me burn.