Fistful of love

When a victim wants to me victimized, who is it to blame?
When one jumps out of fear of being pushed, who is to blame?
When a line is crossed because no line was drawn, who is to blame?
When pain is endured for too long without a complaint, who is to blame?
When silence is the only sound to be heard, who is to blame?
When eyes look away for too long, who is to blame?

More questions, no answers.
But all I can say to you, my friend, is: don't look back. Your corner was empty. And all you could do was to walk out of it. You can't look back. The person you are is not the same who cut the ties. And although you could hold your head high now, you couldn't then. Because you had to go through this hiatus in order to regain your strengths. Stop looking back. Stop. Just stop.