I am attuned to pain,
in many forms.
In both me,
and you.
When I’m with you,
I feel it.
For you.
I take it upon myself.
I empathize.
As best I can.
It’s all I know how to do.
All I’ve ever known.
So I do it.
And hope it helps.
Does it?
Can you feel it?
Probably not.
Nevertheless.
I persist.
Relentless.
Physical pain.
Emotional pain.
I feel it all.
Intensely.
More than I can bear.
So I cut.
And cut.
Till I couldn’t, anymore.
More pain,
and more,
then I could endure.
But I survived.
How?
Why?
It doesn’t matter.
I’m here.
Poetry