I want to know why you had to do the things you did.
I know you hated yourself and everything about your world and I know you loved me.
I know there were generations of alcoholism and abuse. Nobody told me, but I know.
I want to know why I have to live like this the chaos and fracturing inside on these bad days.
I want to know why there isn't any answer no balm or salve to sooth this rampant infection in me.
I want to know why it has to be this way.
I don't know what to do with some of these. I've avoided these topics for so long. That doesn't seem to have helped. Maybe writing about it will help. I don't want to hurt with my writing.