Behind

It rolls off your back and seemingly left behind.
You think your actions are not traced but you chose to be this blind.
My pain so etched deep within and all you can confess is that I am one of many victims and maybe give it some time.
No sorrow in your speech and no regret for so many emotional breaches.
My heart and body just a game, just a casualty and you’re never to blame.
I carry this and carry more than I should but I’m tired of dying for your sins and beating myself relentlessly within.