As so I do, with tired hands stained with blood finally see,
I have destroyed part of myself, the whole has become pieces,
The shards of a mirror lie in my hands and I see a darkness in them,
I have lost myself and lost my way, my mind does to itself fall prey,
Demons held back are now let loose, all because of a moments foolishness,
Only after the moment is lost do we see the sorrow and feel the pain,
Only after it is gone forever do we see what we have lost, or what we might have had,
True pain comes to those who understand what they have lost,
So as I looked into the mirror, it shattered and I finally knew myself,
How can they say men are good at heart?