I held on to you so much that the pain you caused me felt like it would heal I made myself believe I was the problem and despised the broken pieces that reside in me The more I held on to the hurt, the more I let myself go I called, whispered for help but pushed everyone who came My hands grew tired and the hope kept leaving me slowly Soon I laid in the stench of my hopelessness and self hate And believed this was my new life One of hate, pain, depression and loneliness