I’m sorry for I have mistreated you. It wasn’t until earlier this year it hit me,
how wrong I’ve been towards you.
I allowed the bullying.
Heck, I was no better.
I didn’t defend you. I should’ve defended you.
Instead I punished you by not feeding you.
I’m sorry that I preferred the fysical pain than the physical,
it just hurt less than the screams that scratched out of my chest.
I should’ve always been happy with you. I should’ve always loved you.
It took me too long to realise that you were meant for me
and I was meant for you.
Hey body, I hope that someday you will forgive me and
accept the love I’m offering you now.
I promise to love and care for you,
until the day we die.