if I may paraphrase
\nhell is where my heart is
\nI’ve lived there since I loved you
\nsince you left me
\nyou know
\nI suffer
\nlike breathing in sulfur
\nwhen I even gather the courage to breathe
\nmy knees
\nbruised and blistered they bleed
\nin this bed of brimstone
\nskin of my hands
\nnearly fused from useless prayers
\nnothing’s going to help me
\nnothing’s going to save my soul
\nand I know you know
\nbecause I hvae told you so
\nwhispered it a million times
\nthat you were my last hope
\nmy lost hope
\nthen when I thought you had listened
\nyou instead
\ntreated me like I was your own personal joke
\nthey say
\nhome is where the heart is
\nand as I said before
\nmy heart is in hell
\nno thanks to you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"