You left them behind, abandoned the victims that you made, and the victim that you played. You filled them with pain, and killed them with guilt. Guilt that had no place, no space, yet you let it spread, not like wildfire, but like blood. Self-blame into self-hatred, making them feel pathetic, for something they never caused, hell, not even aware. What did you get? What did you gain? You only lost them. You have lost them. So, don't come searching, whenever you feel like, or more like when you need. They're so far gone. You made them. You made them.