Buying myself

Only closer to the disease
Could I find the cure itself
I didn’t know
But love was ironically
hiding in the place of my hate
Only in the embrace
of disbelief
Did I see what I needed to believe in
And I don’t know
If it was my destiny
But owning up my
moment of failure
was the only way
I couldn’t have disowned
My idea of myself
As I could understand
Only a little bit of hate for parts of me
could buy me the rest of me