My answers will be told...

 They tell me to rebuild from the remains,

How'd I tell them I sweat it all in the rain?

No equivalence of my guilt can truly measure up to your tears

They say the pain with time will slowly wear,

To great heights and long distances, I thought we'd travel,

Now I'm digging in the grave of my soul, holding a shovel.

No end, no closure, no thought, not even a last word we shared.

How do I believe that all this while you did not pretend but cared?

I know I'm your demon that disgusts you every night

Has it ever occurred to you what made me stand in this plight?

But I'm not questioning, not expecting anything more

Just let me know how to carry these scars leaving me sore?

Yes, I know you'd never face me for I'd ask questions my eyes behold.

Only if you hold me once my answers will be told.