Pricks and Thorns

The way it felt when you left me,
Made me thrown pricks in the fire,
Filling the cave with more smoke,
Closing in the walls,
Pushing everyone out.

The way it felt when you fucked me over,
Made me cry a new puddle,
Filling the cave with more salt,
Drowning hope,
Fumigating the life out of me.

The way it felt when you messed with my thoughts,
Made me cut deeper into the cave,
Deeper into myself.

The way it felt killing myself over you,
For nothing
Except
Hospitalisation