I can't tell you to make the pain go away:
I need it far too much
It helps me breathe
And helps me sleep
And awake.
I can't tell you honestly
That I'd prefer it to be gone
Because I need it
To function

Guilt and oxygen aren't so different,
Self-inflicted agonies of everyday life
Reek of regularity
And I can't tell you to make the pain go away.
I strongly advise you
To live with it