I loved you and hated you all the same…
For a long time a twisted part of me thought I loved the games…
But healing from trauma is not a linear path…
Life is far more complex and beautiful than black and white math…
It hurt me more as the scars began to heal…
I thought I knew of hell but it was even harder to feel…
After decades of suppressing any emotion…
After lifetimes of existing but not living by going through predetermined motions…
Waking up is another nightmare of its own…
Learning how to love yourself, you first must travel through the pain alone…
But I’m thankful for every breath and even the tears…
Love taught me how to embrace both my hope and my fears…
