If only you knew.
There’s things I’m not proud of, I’m full of guilt and anger at myself. There’s things I’ve wanted to do to hurt you. There’s things I’ve done you’d kill me if you knew. There’s worse parts of me than you’ve seen or will ever see. But I laid out all I could for you to see, and you still accepted me.
I’ve done so much, though there’s still more to fix, that you’d never forgive me for. Some of things I’m doing now, you might never forgive.
If only you knew the depths I’ve gone to clear out my heart, my vessel, for you to be there.
You still are.