Difficult not to feel a little disappointed

If I let you, you would make me destroy myself. You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild what's broken. In order to survive you, I must first survive myself. I can sink no further, and I cannot forgive you. Too much, too far, too late to lie down now. There's no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you. I've gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of my imperfections. There is no other choice. Shameless now. Nameless now. Nothing now. No one now. My soul must be iron for my fear is naked. But I'm dead inside. Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive at the bottom.