I trusted you.
Entrusted you with my fears, my secrets, my hopes, my dreams.
I left behind my armour, and showed you the tender layer covering my soul.
Let you in through the tiny doors to my spirit.
And then you waited for the right moment, and attacked from the inside.
I saw it coming, but I couldn't believe you'll hurt me with the same weapons I'd seen you use on the others. Such a fool, a fool.
You kicked me, destroyed me, demolished me. Burnt me and burnt my ashes.
And then again you stood there watching and pointing, laughing at my face while I stood, holding in the tears; knowing you made me crumble and taking so great pleasure from it.
…while I was just collecting my broken pieces and telling myself that a little glue would make it, would sane it.
Such a fool, what a fool.
