Nobody hates us more than we do
The punishment we subject ourselves to
A prison cell made for us, by us
Bars made of guilt
Sturdy lock of self-pity
Will this be enough to set us free?
Convert pain from mental to physical
See what we feel
It feels pure in a way
Make the pain visible
Put it on display
And drown in it
Drown in its misery
And only at the brink of the cliff
we discover the key to our salvation
which can lead to our redemption
forged of tears, ire and whimpers
with a silver coating of forgiveness