You saw me as broken.
Outsider. Alone.
You came and you spoke:
"I'm here. And I know".

You gave me a hope
That life was worthwhile.
The bridge that you built,
I entered. Unarmed.

You stabbed where it hurt
And didn't tell why.
And then just burned it
While I was still on it.

You won't see me fall.
I'm used to the storms.
Used to the darkness
And walking alone.

And at the end
Of your play pretend
It's me who was real
And you've lost it.
Godspeed.