No Thanks To You

if I may paraphrase
hell is where my heart is
I've lived there since I loved you
since you left me
you know
I suffer
like breathing sulfur
when I even gather the courage to breathe
my knees
bruised and blistered they bleed
in this bed of brimstone
skin of my hands
nearly fused from useless prayers
nothing's going to help me
nothing's going to save me now
I know you know
because I told you so
whispered it a million times
that you were my last hope
my lost hope
when I thought you listened
instead
I was your own personal joke
they say
home is where the heart is
and as I said before
my heart is in hell
no thanks to you