The broken shame

as you tried to run away.

The scared and frightened person that still seems to haunt me now and then.
Brings me back to the woods where you were killed. The scars still lay upon my heart, and the tragedy you put me through.

My bones being as broken as your heart was. I still didn't feel your pain. All is left is your self image and your sad remarks. The bones of the broken and the self less, the memories no longer with me.

I leave you now, I will not return. Bury yourself and hide your name. For this is what you get when you go insane and leave me in pain.

This is the end of you, but not of me, and I won't be coming back until you fade with the scars of your heart, and the secrets of your sacred beginning.

For this is the end.... Not the beginning.