Why did we do it?

So shallow

Can't even put up with a little

This is all so wrong

Why do we always have to hurt?

It's always been that way

But now it gets worse

A man is put to death for his beliefs

Maybe they're wrong, but that still isn't fair

Isn't right

You can't take away what you could never give back

It's worse than stealing

And I feel we've done the same

In hurting

Unintentionally

But at the same time knowing exactly what we did

So tell me, can you bleed like me?

If you can, I'd like to know it

Because the guilt tears me down

I don't know how this happens

All the time twisting my intentions

And I feel as though this is all my fault

Because I'm the one who hides things

And yet I do nothing deserving of this pain

And I know I overreact

But in the same instant and circumstances I don't react enough

So low

I've stooped too such depths

Where is the way back to the surface?

I don't need a stairway to heaven

I don't need an elevator to the clouds

But a ladder out of this hole would be nice

Even though I dug it myself

Not so shallow any more

Because I've done too much

Innocence is fleeting

My horizons were broadened by the pain I've seen

Even if I didn't feel it all

Or at all

But I think that I did

And this loss of my naivete pushed me to dig

And dig I did

Deeper, deeper

Always down, always further from where I want to be

But it's cozy down here

When I forget where I am and why

I like it here when I forget how I got here

So I hide in the pit of my own misgivings

My own faults and mistakes

And this spadeful or dirt that I throw to the surface

Is how I hurt those undeserving

I am helped

I am instructed to dig

They dig all around me

But the difference is that they can get out

I cannot

There is no return to the surface for me

But there is so, so much further to dig.

This hole is so shallow.

So, so insignificant.

Shallow... like my heart.