What is it all really for?

I want to hate you with every part of me but I can't hate the ones who made me

maybe I should let you go but letting you go is letting go of myself as well.

I am not a flower and you are not the sun; I do not need you to keep me alive.

I found myself
within another.
I should've never let you in.

I thought reality was simply a dream and that I could eventually wake up from what was turning into a nightmare but I was wrong. you came as quick as you left and I'm the one at fault.

you were no different than the rest,
forever just an idea.
loving you was plainly a sin.