I don’t always know
what pours out of me
until it pours out

sometimes
the pain is a memory

sometimes
it’s what I’m going through

sometimes
it’s of someone else

sometimes
there’s no pain at all

but every time
what pours out
helps one
if not more

so whatever pain I’m remembering
or experiencing
or relating to
could be for someone else

but most of the time
it’s just for
me