No one said it'd be easy.
No one said anything at all actually.
No one really knows
That I desperately seek ways of recovery.

Everything you think you know needs to be forgotten.
It is crucial that your mind be open.
What I need you to know will be disturbing;
Harder to accept and, for me, to cope with.

Blackness surrounds the corners of my vision.
Sometimes when I stare,
My mind is filled with nothing.
While other times, with events that cause despair.

An immense amount of hatred lies within my heart,
Simultaneously an intense amount of love
That will never die down
Only to be discovered in this poem hereof.

Broken in ways I've never known
Triggered by something as simple as a familiar street
One that brings forth so many memories
Ones I wish my mind wouldn't keep.

Speaking the memories aloud burns
My heart, My throat, My eyes
Each time I move further down this road,
I can't help but turn around and hide.