I know a sadness so consuming, I am left empty
She thrusts herself into the pit of your stomach, the tips of your fingers
Claws her way into your mind
stupid  useless  ugly  unloved
She is the broken record player on which these inner-devils are played
She is the inevitable darkness that spoils your soul
The black tar that contaminates all those you touch

You have become her
You are now the constant burden your mother carries on her back
(You've already sacrificed too much for me)
The ice-cold shoulder that saddens your ailing father
(You deserve a better daughter)
The anxious palpitations of your little sister's heart
(I'm supposed to be your protector)

I'm so sorry