I bled tears for you.
I walked endless gravel roads on my bare feet, until I wore them down to the bone.
I traveled the whole world collecting your scattered pieces.
Just to help you put yourself back together.
Yet all you did was tear at the seams, I struggled so long to sew.
I spent so many years collecting the thread I needed to make those stitches.
But everyday you cut open one stitch at a time.
The way you did it was so gentle, I did not notice at first.
Until one day, I tried to save myself from falling off the edge of a cliff, I climbed for you.
My seams were too few, too weak to hold me up.
And I fell.