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 struck where it hurt,
And gave me no why.
The bridge where I stood,
You fed it to fire.

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.