Echoes of a Shattered Connection

Paradox Between Words And Actions

Once upon a time, I gave you a silver knife,
Choosing to entrust you with my life.
You thanked me, and soon I would find out why.

Since the beginning with empathy? you watched me cry,
Because of the object you had in your hand.
Your eyes saw the wounds for themselves,
You knew very well I could die,
If you decided to force them to open and expand.

I didn't even try to hide anything,
I put all of my trust I had left in you,
I told you details about the pain, so you knew,
The thing in your palm,
was able to only bring me harm
And took away from me the ability to stay calm.

Do you even remember the things you have said?
You promised you were trying your best to gather the pieces my heart has shed.
I should have known, no matter how many you would pick up,
You did so, only because you needed them to later have a backup
for what you were planning to do.
So you had a chance to convince me that my eyes were wrong,
And what they would see wasn't true.

To this day, your words still echo in my head,
I constantly recall how you once grieved the way I bled,
And would do anything to cleanse the scars from my heart,
Because you wanted to keep it from actually falling apart.
So maybe that's why you tried to erase it from within me,
Because you knew it was the only way it could get set free.

What if, as you noticed how broken it was,
You just wanted to do me a favour,
And put an end to my scars,
Layer by layer.

No, I should stop,
Trying to find an excuse,
For the way you made my heart drop,
It was abuse.

You pretended to be so angry at those who took part in the crime,

And in secret, you were planning to help them finish me at the same time.

For so long, I didn't have any clue,
That you would turn out just like them, too.

As you were planning your attack,
You dared to stand before me, and polish the knife behind your back.
I was too blind,
To notice that you and your intentions weren't that kind.
The blindfold you put on my eyes,
Made from those sweet nothings and lies,
Was created to confuse.
All I could see were our shoes, I only saw our steps,
And the path you were leading me on.
I could never predict what you planned to do next,
But with the way you held my hand, It felt like you didn't want to break our bond.

Oh, how wrong I was..

I wasn't able to notice the clues,
That your love indeed would turn into abuse.

I should have at least known,
From your disorienting tone,
That you have always hated me to the bone
And wanted the crime to be called your own.

When you finally had my full trust,
You decided to start messing with my mind,
Using love and hatred combined.
My heart started to forget balance,
All because of your malice.

I was constantly worrying,
If your words were used for misleading.
But my heart believed in you too deeply,
And thought all it needed to do with this overthinking was to discard.
For a long time, it tried hard,
To keep down its guard,
It was too tired of being scarred,
That's why it acted so naively.