Looking down into the floor

Looking down into the floor I realize how easy it is to criticize, Staring at their happy faces makes me think of the phrases. No, this isn't happening twice, You were supposed to be nice.. The little words that broke us, They made us not want to trust, When they made our hearts dust, When they made us want to fall from the tall, When we were stuck in the cave,waiting for the save, When the will was to roll down a hill, When breathing became hard and our mind became loud, When the tears were flying down and we thought we would drown, When the shaking wouldn't stop and the heart-rate would drop.. They did nothing, So we had to start cutting..