At first, You only brought me love. To this love, I was dependent. Months later, You brought me anger, Sadness and vacancy. I became dependent on this sadness And also to your love. I forced you to love me, And I forced you to hurt me. Neither seemed to do any good, So instead of you loving and hurting me, I broke it down. Instead of being dependent on your love and hate, I needed to do one of the two to myself. I chose hate, because it had always been with me since the start. This brought me harm, I brought myself harm, And it was oh, so hard to stop, But I made it. I think Iām okay.