The nights I sit at home only with the one person that loves me.
But this is no person but just a thing, just and object.
This thing causes so much pain but gives me more release.
This thing doesn't cause as much pain as what people say and do.
It doesn't cut deeper than their words or their actions.
This thing doesn't call me fat or ugly or stupid or useless.
This thing is the only thing that helps.
This thing has now become my best friend, my comforter and my loyal companion.
Although it is the reason why I have the scars on my body this is the thing that loves me.
This is the thing that I love.
