Recently, I’ve been trying to let go of the pain
But it clings to me like a wet dress on a rainy day
Clings to me like a hungry baby to its mother’s breast
It clings and it won’t let go
It whispers “you need me”
It whispers “feed”
And sometimes I do.
There’s something to be said about hurt people, hurting people
Because some days I am not strong enough to ignore the urge to feed off of my pain
And so I do as it tells me.
I want to say i’m sorry
But I won’t apologize for how I choose to survive.