I hold on.
It is tearing me a part.
I am suffering.
It is bitter.
Souring, curdling in my mouth.
A blister in my throat.
It is hard to move past it.
I grit my teeth.
I am suffering.
Because you have hurt me.
It seeps through my pores.
It burns.
I will never forget what you did.
Because it scarred me.
I am suffering.
I am on the hook.
I feel it piercing my core.
Because I am holding on.
"The only person who is on the hook when we hang on to resentment is ourselves. We are the ones who are suffering." J. Kristina