It's so easy to hate myself when I see the pain I cause you,
The hatred that I bear for myself has a purpose now,
I'm trying hard not to let it get to me, just to let through,
But I know that I've messed up again somehow...
I hate myself for hurting you, time and time again,
The images of suicide circle like from times of heartache past,
Yet I can't tear myself away, it would give yet more pain,
And I know that this silence won't always last.
Hate is such a strong word, but it only relates to me,
I can't bring myself to loathe someone, just the person I've become,
I wish I could just let it go, set this depression free,
Don't blame yourself right now, blame me, I'm the one...