I cannot stand, nor sit here in this darkness i dread

There is none to follow me or compliment this ability

I cannot hold such negativity here in my hand

The pain, too much for me is now rotting in the corner.

I cannot hear those words again, ringing in my little ear

Those incessant remarks of how little I am or used to be.

No, not those words

I cannot stand here and regret what you did to me.