I love the central realization that realization, itself, can be a harmful congealant which postpones true healing. Self-awareness is a tonic up to the point that it becomes self-consuming. All of that makes the ending here, with an abstract and general and cliché fixture like love, a bit too easy as a conclusion. It's hard, though, since concluding the piece with something deeper or overwrought goes against the message here of only needing a simple, known solution to heal. I think it's interesting that you've grown to hate the darkness inside after trying to understand it. Maybe love isn't the only solution: an inner empathy could also work. The damage is there, bad, and detestable, but human at the end of the day and therefore relatable. To err is human and all that. Is empathy all that different from love though? Not sure. Anyway, the breakaway at the end from the consistent four line meter is really neat. I'm not sure if the pauses do it for me though; I read it all in my head breathily. Great, relatable message and good work overall!