Pain loves me

If pain is a deep sea, maybe I’m sinking into it. If pain is a person then I’m his favorite one. Because he just doesn’t go away from me. I feel he owns a place inside of my body… Inside my heart. A toxic kinda relationship I share with him, I guess. He clearly tears me apart but still lives with me, inside of me. And when I try to go away from the pain, he hugs me tight. A warm tight hug… He begs me to stay. He slips inside my skin and touches my sensitive nerves. He knows where to touch, and where to bite. He knows how to take the remote from my hands. Guess what! I’m sold. I stay and let him crawl deeper each time. I let him own a little more place each time. Thus, I always end up in his cage where he never let me die. He keeps me alive just to live inside of me.