Unwell

They tell me you're not well.
Did ya' really think I couldn't tell?

I care so little for what you do with your life
Bring me in;push me out.
Not anymore.
I hold this knife.

I pity you being my muse,
but you're the one who lit this fuse.

Selfish ways mask inaudable fear
Don't dare let anyone come too near.

What did you stand to lose?
It must have been too much
to try to walk in someone else's shoes.

Where were you when I was drowning in a personal hell?
I guess you were just a little too unwell.

I'm stronger than you.
I'll last longer than you.

You'll probably never see
that the more you run
the less you'll ever be free.

But, it's all about you.
The fabricated tragedy of your mind
has made you so selfishly blind.
So, I guess it's all true.

They tell me you're not well.
And I say, "Go to Hell."