Your words don’t cut, they shatter
You say “Such beauty wasted on the mundane”
Even my broken parts shine when the light hits them just right
Diamonds amongst the hate and doubt
What have you done to me
We used to be allies, we used to be friends
Yet here we are at war
I don’t remember who threw the first hit
Or who had to come back with a punch
Until all that was left was a hollowed version of myself
Destroyed by your negativity, reaffirmed by my insecurities
Broken and half dead on the floor
All hope lost to the shadows
Then… day breaks, a beam of light creeps upon my face
I dig down deep to a place we didn’t know existed and get up
Ready for the next round, the next beatdown
See which side of myself will emerge victorious today?
