Whiplash

How miserable, get over it won't u? What's that? You cannot? 

You are ruining yourself, destroying what's built with the very hands of it's creation, and what for? 

Looking like a trapped animal, you are pitiful and covered in blood, a stain that cannot be cleansed even if it meant your life depended on it. 

Wishing you could be more, looking into the past you forget about the present, the future has been abandoned. 

What cannot be said, eventually will be wept.