That not so silent night. 

Didn't haunt me. 

That thunderous lightning.

Didn't scare me. 

That blinding storm. 

Didn't bother me. 

That dripping blood from my stomach where I was stabbed.

Didn't stop me. 

Why would you do that for someone like me ? 

Why would you take the knife for someone like me ?

That night between hospital walls. 

Haunts me. 

That slowing electrocardiogram.

Scares me. 

That scene of you being hurt. 

Bothers me. 

The thought that I was the reason. 

Stops me. 

To gain hope that I can live. To fulfil the promise I made to you.