• I gave you something
    and it meant the world to me
    i handed it to you
    thinking it was in good care

    i watched you hold it
    gently in your hands
    trying hard not to let it fall

    when it was sad
    you conferred it
    when it was scared
    you protected it
    and when it was down
    you held it close to you and loved it

    you had made it happier then it had ever been
    it felt so joyful and so adored
    but my eyes where blind
    for what i couldn't really see what was happening

    you weren't caring for it
    or protecting it
    NO
    you were playing with it
    messing with its insides

    screwing around with the feelings
    that were ever so fragile
    the feelings and trust that you bulit up
    were never really there, it was all imaginary

    when i went to take it back
    there was nothing left to take
    all but tiny shattered pieces
    that could never be put back togther

    i tried and tried to fix what you did to it
    but nothing works nor nothing will
    it will sit there for eternally, rotting
    in ever lasting pain

    and who is it i should blame?
    he who shattered it to the very core
    he who enjoyed messing with the insides
    or should i blame the one who gave it to him
    in the very first place
    the one who thought is was being cared for
    and was blind by what she thought love was
    the one who gave him something