Salty tears dripped down as you
whispered that you didn't want to hurt,
this person—this person who is your best friend.
It was the only way to save him.
Your heartbeat—kept on beating fast,
as you held your sword firmly,
hesitating as you sprout those words
that you couldn't possibly mean.
Refusing to look at this person,
you closed your eyes as you 'saved'
this person you're sending
to the netherworld.
I don't want to hurt this person,
you hear yourself whimper softly,
as your tears dripped down on
your blood stained hands.
Your knees met the cold, hard ground,
and the world seemed to close in
on your very self that was hurt.
But even though you saved him;
Did you save yourself?