I thank you for finishing me off; it takes great strength indeed to give the finger to all my waiting and abandon me halfway like that! Thank you for hanging me on the gallows rope and kicking the chair away from beneath—many lack the courage to do this and so live on with forced smiles! I couldn't find that courage either. Had you not given that push that day, I would have remained trapped in the delusion that no one could ever do such a thing. Thank you, thank you so much for shattering my illusion!
Gratitude for hiding the truth from me, for dipping truths in the dye of lies and presenting them so beautifully before me. For calling my tears poetry and selling them to people, for working your whole life only for your own gain—many, many prayers for you. For making me believe in the theater of love, making me accustomed to it, then showing your true face and gouging out my eyes—thunderous applause. For leaving me behind, for making me stand outside the room among snakes and scorpions, for locking me in a dark room knowing I fear the darkness—I wish you well. For teaching me the preparation and battlefield tactics for fighting alone, for teaching me to subdue enemies with savagery—one hundred and eight kisses on your forehead. For seeing me yet not seeing me, for making me bleed, for dragging me through hell on worldly carpets, for lifting me up with sweet words only to dash me down—much heartfelt love.
In the end, you made me human by turning me into a complete monster!