You Watched

You watched me burn. You watched me die in that fiery pit of anguish. You watched me tear apart my ribcage and reveal the still-beating muscle mass within. You watched me try countless times to pull myself from that pit of horrors that held me down. You watched my writhing mass beg for an end to the focus-less, empty life I had obtained.

You watched and did nothing.

They Say

They say times are hard, but they’re not as hard as the concrete floors I’ve slept on, or the walls of the subways I’ve begged in, or my heart after you abandoned me.

They say things become better – and they might.
But it won’t be the same as it was.