I have a confession to make. One that concerns you. I've been hiding something from you. Something that I've kept so long. Too long that it is worth nothing now.
This thing I hid from you. You never realized it was there. This fragile thing you see. Had always been sitting here.
I doubt it matters that I have it. I have more doubts that you remember. How foolish was I to think you'd look for it. Despite that fact you've never acknowledge it.
Can you guess what I went through. To bring it back to you. To bring this little thing. That I've kept hidden from you.
These dirtied nails that clawed my way through. These stains on my clothes are proof I meant it for you. These tiny fragments you see cut inside are only the small things I've sacrificed.