Through pictures

Things always become very clear to me at very strange moments.
Like when you broke down in front of me, I should have known helping you was a job way too big for me to even attempt. But tonight, using the time when I should be sleeping to take a small glance at my older self, I realize you were never there. Or maybe I was never there, I was just something filling a void, and the sweet words out of your mouth were never meant for me at all. It is clear now that I was but an experiment. Surprisingly, I am not angry, for I was merely done to what I had done to many others before; it was only a matter of time.
I must admit, though, that there is a slight hint of pain when I see that people who were never as close to you as I was will always take much more of your attention than I ever did.
I don't blame you, I don't believe it was ever your intention for me to fall the way I did and I clumsily did...That's always be the tragedy, isn't it?