Hate's Help

Hate is something within me, ugly and as black as night.
It feeds off my insecurities, growing with every tear shed.
Sometimes I try to deny the hunger, shoving my anger away.
Often I cannot fight it, barely making it through the days.
Yet I accept hate with the love originally meant for family,
Those bound to me by blood have long since lost my faith.
It was only when I was locked away in my deepest despair,
That I understood hate was the only one who could be there.
Discarding all my dependance, becoming reliant on myself,
I learned that happiness could be obtained through this.
But it was not without help that I regained understanding,
My eyes were opened by hate to see all the world's beauty.