No Thanks To You

if I may paraphrase
hell is where my heart is
I’ve lived there since I loved you
since you left me
you know
I suffer
like breathing in sulfur
when I even gather the courage to breathe
my knees
bruised and blistered they bleed
in this bed of brimstone
skin of my hands
nearly fused from useless prayers
nothing’s going to help me
nothing’s going to save my soul
and I know you know
because I hvae told you so
whispered it a million times
that you were my last hope
my lost hope
then when I thought you had listened
you instead
treated me like I was your own personal joke
they say
home is where the heart is
and as I said before
my heart is in hell
no thanks to you