fractured heart

I'm not sure which is hardest to dominate; the tears quietly gathering up behind my eyes, the rage lurking deep within my words or the or the eternal urge to turn my back and just leave the nonsense behind me.
My tears would only betray me. They'd only uncover the filthy truth that anger is nothing more than a mask for sadness. There is no true anger at all, just a temporary mask for betrayal, fear, hurt and resentment.
To disimprison the belligerent words that threaten my sanity and plague my thoughts, would only tell lies of me. Those words could break more hearts than just mine. It's ironic to fear telling someone they have hurt us, for worry that we will hurt them! If we all told the truth all the time, would we all be hurt and alone, or would we all be happy together?
What solution could possibly be attained by turning my back on the things that hurt me? The true pain after all, is really a desire for love and respect. So if I turn my back on the things that continue to cause me pain, I'm not only cutting off the pain, but also any hope for change. In the end that seems more of a tragedy than the hurt itself.
Is it more painful to linger where toxic relationships have the capacity to fracture my heart and my hopes, or to hide some other place and never know what may have been? If I've nothing to gain from tears, anger or oblivion, where is my path to salvation?