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?

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