A constant reminder rests beneath the surface made visible to others in unconscious spirals revelations in dark hours my sacred moment a patchwork of regret pristine depression it's not a problem until it is it's not an issue until it is hatred and regret a weak mind and frail emotions suppressed a seamless decline I no longer know who i am I have become a stranger to myself with this i recognize the need for change it's not a problem until it is hatred it's not an issue until it is hatred hatred and regret from this moment I promise to live with purpose honesty and passion I had to suffer I'm grateful for it Why rise from the ashes without asking why you had to burn?