He is a man wracked with regret,
Remorse, and endless guilt.
Thinking about her, the time they had together,
Her smile, the joy shining in her eyes-
That he ruined.
The shining now reflected light from tears.
Hatred for himself,Burning agony,
He allows himself no relief.
He cannot live happily,
Punishing himself, he throws this away.
He cares for all others,
Cares not for himself.
He gives aid to all others,
Aids not himself.
Shares with all others,
Keeps nothing, ever, for himself.
All others in his presence
Benefit from his loss.
They think him devoted,
Or loving at all costs,
No one realising the truth.
Who ever dares to watch a man,
As he slowly slits his own throat?
He knows what he does to himself,
Yet continues, without fear or doubt,
He has not earned his life,
Only thrown that life away.
So he gives his heart and gives his soul,
They belong to her, who's happiness he stole.
What is the use in material gain,
When none of these things can ease his pain?
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