The excruciating woes of my fucking heart.

Scratch that, fuck that. Stop the tape!

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe?
Breathe!

Yes, breathe Goddamnit!

No...

The excruciation of this pain is fucking burning me from outside and inside and meeting in the middle.

Woe isn't it unfair to pull that card that you think holds a power over my head that makes me... wonder.

Excruciating is the bullshit you vomit onto my shoes as if I cannot kick you in the face and make you relive the taste.

Woe, the hells I've walked through. I'm still walking. Fuck the burdens of yours that I carry on my back, that I fall to my knees having to lug around with me.

Take your curse and swallow them. No let me help you. Let me shove them down your throat so you cannot cry, woe me anymore.

The gloom that you've rained onto me will become an excruciating nightmare onto you so you can then cry woe me in silence where no one can hear you and I can finally be free of you.