I’ve known you all my life
Grown used to the way your skin ripples and twists
How your face looks just like mine
Your claws digging into my throat as you hold me a little too tightly
The way you rub my back as I bend over and spill my guts
Telling me, well, what would be worse?
To survive this or to die?
Until it is easier to not, to not want things, to not want to try
You took and you stole and you filled me with chemicals
And like, people say you should let go of things that hurt you
But darling, what am I without you?
Who could I be?