Are you satisfied?

I wonder if your satisfied
with what you've done to me
you left me here
with my broken heart
feeling so lonely

you found your way around the walls
i placed around me
and crushed whatever i
placed behind

i feel an apologetic apathy
for life as i look
at the loaded gun placed
up in a box
its the secret to life.

how else could you live
if when your depressed
you could smile
knowing theres a gun
you can put to
your chest?