How...

The thought of so much hate enveloping me;
even my own faulty dreams disowning me,
tears at a heart lined with forgotten memories.
"I hate you,
God do I hate you"
I manage to scream through cracked lips
and shattered soul.
"Tear out my heart"
I begged this sky
so I dare not,
Could not,
muster a cry.
Lonely tears will not save my damned soul.
"Sins accounted for"
I have been told.
Can they look at me
and see past my facade?
See the sins that line this face?
See the hate that threatens to cause me to fall,
to break?
"Damn you! How dare you drag up this past!
Drag up this hate! Reminding me of all of this pain..."
How dare my heart dare not love
when that is the only thing that can save me.
I hate I hate I hate
I sin.
I need this one thing pure
That I watched denied from many... to begin.
How dare we rip love away.
When it is all we have...
All we dream,
how dare we disown everything,
and pray to the heavens to maintain all of our misery...
All of our pain.