Damaged goods

Give me your pain   I will put it with mine
I will save it for later in the back of my mind

Give me your tears    I will keep them around
To be taken out daily and worn with a frown

Give me your fears  I will put them away
For what good is fear when I die every day

Give me your hatred   I will use it with care
To direct at myself when I lay my soul bare

But don't give me a kindness   I could never return
Because bitterness and hatred is all I have learned

Do not give me your love   for it wouldn't be safe
I've a hole in my heart with no love to replace

Do not give me your trust   for I wouldn't know how
Mine has always been broken  replaced only with doubt

And don't give me your laughter   for it would not sit well
With the pain and self loathing that lives where I dwell