Recovery

Broken Poetry From An Old Journal I Found

I want a person who understands. 

Someone who won't mind being woken up at 3AM because I'm having a hard night.

Or holding me close, asking no questions, because they understand that there isn't always an answer. 

I need someone who understands that even if I'm empty and bitter, I still love them.

It's me, not them, I hate.

I want someone who won't call me crazy even when I tell them I'm losing my mind.