Visiting

I took a walk with my childhood hell today.
Walked across the floor where i had knelt to clean up my my own congealing pools of blood.
Wandered through the empty shop where i had tried to end for good the pain i endured.
Sat in the room where i had cried myself to sleep more nights than i could count.
Stared at the corner i would hold up in to pick broken glass from my scalp and clean my wounds.
Heard the voice that had raised countless times to shout the nastiest words it could find at me.
I relived every blow, every tear, every cry for help that would never come.
This visit with my past was one i could have gone without.