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