So tell me now

So tell me now Do you also feel the intense internal gnawing that I do? if I detailed my grievances to you, would you understand the metaphors supplied? because I still reap the pain you sowed While you bask in the sunlight A Constant reminder that I am the sole party Afflicted By that which makes it impossible to sleep at night in my chest there’s a kettle drum A kettle drum beat with a cannonball sized mallet Debilitating internal aching transformed into physical pressure on my chest plate I don’t understand why Why is it that the one who gave the most is the one made to suffer? Did you Plant the bleeding hearts in my garden? or were they already there and you just knew where to water?