Place upon me thoughtless blame,
That I may face ill deserved shame,
Think only of now, not the morrow.
Doubt yourself, believe I shan't feel the darkest sorrows.
Disbelieve I am changed,
Bestow upon me all your rage,
When what I need is support and belief,
Force me to reap consequences,
Continue to preach.
Force me down whilst I fight to rise,
Weigh me down and cause reprise,
Do not believe my honesty,
Prove that I can not depend on thee.
Recall all I used to be,
Continue the path of hollow victory,
Do not reach out a hand to hold,
Water not this wilted rose.
Though, still, I shall fight to bloom,
Break through these walls of misery and gloom,
Someday you may regret such choices,
Whilst I, in altered happiness, shall rejoice.
