I see you standing there most every day.
Beautiful yet dangerous.
Godlike but evil.
The reason you wont allow me to help you is a mystery to me.
You hide amongst the shadows during the day, fearing you will be spotted. You shun me when I come near.
You've called me weak.
You've called me pathetic, but I can see the true reason of why you would say such things.
I can see you hurt deep down inside, and you try to hide it from others.
I want to help you.
I want to know what is hurting you so much.
Why wont you allow anyone in your life?
I've asked you if you were in pain, all you said was that you were fine.
You then grunted and stalked away.
Why?
Why wont you accept that something is bothering you?
Why wont you accept that something is hurting you?
I've tried my best to help, but you just wont accept my help.
I tried to get you to approve of me, but that too was denied.
So I've came to a decision.
If you wont accept my help, I will no longer offer it to you.
Hopefully you will realize that you could've had something great, but you missed that opportunity.
I wish you good luck.
Maybe our paths will cross again.
Goodbye my dear Bakura.