I held your hand through the chaos,
Of which you were the creator.
Fear ran rampant in my chest,
I often felt like a traitor.

Then I dropped your hand to retreat,
And I watched the world collapse to nothing.
You fell to your knees, you gave in again,
Submitted to grief that was crushing.

I could not help it; my arm grew tired.
I began to lose my grasp on sanity.
I walked around so empty inside,
Caught up in vanity.

Many regrets pool in my mind,
When I lie down at night to sleep.
Often your face dances in my memories,
And often it begins to weep.

I removed the chains of fear,
Only to replace them with ones of sorrow.
It never seems to come to an end,
It never seems to cease to borrow.

I have little left to give.
I go through the motions of living.
Stuck in my emotions,
Having many misgivings.

I am sorry I dropped your hand,
But I am also not in the least.
I am sorry that you hurt,
That I came off as such a beast.

I made the decision to help myself,
Something long overdue.
In a desperate attempt to heal,
To stop feeling blue.