I can’t let my hate go.
It’s all that’s left, all I’ve ever know.
It keeps me going, while I lick my wounds.
I’m too coward to let my guard down, especially around you.
I’m too weak to forgive, even if it would set me free.
Too tainted to get back what has been lost, it’s just a ghost of what I had painted.
And worst of all; I’m too afraid to show myself to you.