I hate how I cannot help you,
When you cower from my hand.
I hate how I cannot even find you,
When I know you need me most.
I hate how you push me away,
When all I want is to protect you.
I hate that you cannot trust me,
When I wait with open ears.
I hate knowing how scared you must be,
Out in the dim truth by yourself.
I hate when I cry your tears,
Because you cannot cry your own.
I hate how you make me feel,
When all I do is love you.