how do i
begin to
withdraw
the knife
i carefully
carved you
with as the
abject Hyde

when i look
back on the
truth i had,
when i could
feel the life
you brought
forth from
me, i am now
surprised by
what i see

instead of
holding you
high unto the
light, being
the friend
you might
someday need,
or quietly
applauding
as your dreams
became reality

it could be
said i pushed
you away and
festered on
the pain, that
i picked on
my heartscabs
only to blame
you for it all

i might have
had another
chance, if i
had kept my
aches from
turning into
false grief

how could it
be proven i
have returned
to become my
self

why should you
even bother

te esti
sclipitor
nu sunt
nimeni

si acum
prietenie
daramat