It's all that we know
To harbor this hatred and let it grow.
It's part of our nature
To never let go.
It was all that kept me warm
But now I'd rather stay cold.
Let me not be made a bitter man.
I held this hate in my heart
Like a lifeline,
But now it's wrapped around my neck,
It's choking me to death.
We seem to think
That the closest thing to closure is contempt,
Rather than contentment.
You hold your grudge like a gun,
To the head of no one but yourself.
Ruined by resentment.
Ruined.
Caught with my thoughts
In the space between,
Between who I am
And who I'm trying to be.
Shedding my skin,
No longer carrying the weight,
While you walk hand in hand with your hate
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