They put venom in your veins...
But you're already full of your own kind.
It makes you sick,
Sicker.
It makes me sick to look at you.

How could they do this?
How could he do this?
How could you still believe?
How could anyone still believe?

"You never did" you would tell me before.
"You don't understand... But one day I hope you do."
I used to secretly roll my eyes, scoff.

Now I regret that.
Now I am angry at everybody.
I don't show it, but you would know something was wrong.
You always knew.

I remember you behind the podium:
Healthy, vibrant, full of zeal and life.
Now the way I see you...
You are an effigy of your formal self:
Shriveled, grey, almost gone.

Now that you are gone,
I try to remember only the strong you.
But in my darkest days
The only you I see is the broken one.
The one who was abandoned
by the very being he lived for.