I Do Not Hate You, I Hate What You Did

I do not hate you, I hate that you gave him the drugs that took his life.
I do not hate him, I hate that he felt so lost and like it wasn't worth it anymore.
I do not hate it, I hate how it made him feel and think.
I do not hate needles, I hate how they can be used.
I do not hate myself,I hate how I am still haunted.