I never was good enough

Nor for you, nor any other.

„Never,” I told myself,

„Will I need another.”

I loathe that you made me break this promise.

„Never,” I told myself,

„Shall I care for a true friend.”

This too you twisted in your hands,

Until it was no more.

You entered the walls of my sanctuary,

Planting hope within my mind,

That I too was equal…

That I too could fly.

The seed grew,

And the sapling became an oak.

So I spread my wings,

And flew.

And so it came to pass

That my wings vanished;

No more than a dream,

And my body lay battered,

Upon the cold, cold, floor,

Beside the withered tree.