You have no idea what you did to yourself the day you kicked me out.
You have created your worst enemy. For be assured, our worst enemies are not those that have hated and fought us from the very beginning.
Our worst enemies are the ones that we created. For who could hate you more fiercely than the one who used to worship the very ground you walked on?
Who could want to destroy you more badly than the one who would do anything to protect you – from others, and most of all from yourself?
I thought you were different. I made you a hero, in a world that doesn't allow for heroes, in a world that only allows for the survival of the toughest.
I thought you were a dream come true, and I would have killed and died for this dream.
You considered yourself a lost cause. I made you consider yourself a candidate, a fighter, a winner.
And the very moment that victory was closest, you pushed me away. I fought for you, I spilled the blood of my heart for you, and you turned you back on me.
But be aware – you will regret.
I will show you that you can never win without me. I will create problems you can't even imagine. How could you – you are a hero. Heroes don't think the way I do.
I will destroy you, and by doing so I will show you the greatness I could have helped you achieve.
Who cares that it will rip my heart into pieces – into the one half that hates you for what you did to me, and into the other, the one that longs to come back to you and be close to you.
With me, you created your worst enemy. I hate you with every fibre of my being. But for what I hate you the most is that you failed to kill the part of me that loves you for everything you are.
