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Sometimes he would watch
As the boy wasted away
Cradling a wet pillow by night
And drowning in sake by day.
Sometimes he would see
If the boy was alright
By brushing his tangled hair free
And putting his hair up tight.
Sometimes he would wonder
If the boy was okay
By angering and belittling him
In every single way.
Sometimes he would find himself
Wanted to hold the boy tight.
To tell him there was still hope
And give him a reason to fight.
Looking down at tears
Falling upon shards
Of a shattered blade.
Hasebe wonders if he
Has ever done anything right.
Sometimes he would close his eyes
As he found himself wasting away
Cradling a wet pillow by night
And drowning in sake by day.
Sometimes he would see
The boy like he was alright
Wanting nothing more than for him to really be
And to hold his living body in his arms tight.
Sometimes he would wonder
If the boy would have been okay
If he hadn't angered and belittled him
In every single way.
Sometimes he would find himself
Wanting to see a light.
To be told by anyone rumors of hope.
For a single reason to fight.
But every night he'd look down at tears
Falling upon familiar shards
Of a shattered blade.
Hasebe wonders if he
Has ever done anything right.