Fuck it.

It's easy,

to give in

to run away 

from your pain,

and just say 

fuck it.

It's easy, 

to let them win,

to duck your head down

and just, 

take

the 

hit

It's easy,

to listen to him,

tell you,

you're

worthless

that you're doing everything wrong

that you're not perfect

that you will 

never 

even 

be 

close

He sings these words to you,

like a joy filled song

He's doing you a favor,

revealing the truth--

so you spend every second,

trying to fix yourself,

never settling,

never being happy,

never thinking,

"I think I did something right,"

Never,

without putting up a fight

But he told you

the truth

It's what,

you

deserve

But he's sure got some nerve,

telling me what is wrong 

with myself

Correcting me daily,

never letting 

me

be

me

Never letting me 

be free...

He really couldn't see,

that the problem was him all along

and now, I sing to him,

like a song

That I am one of a kind,

despite all the nasty words,

in 

my 

mind

I am worth 

so much,

and no one can tell me different...

not even 

those words,

he...

so 

thoroughly 

meant

Because I am wonderfully made,

in God's eyes

Now 

he just looks at me,

and sighs.

Because it was easy,

to walk away from that knife,

to turn around and scream,

"THIS IS MY LIFE,

and I will not take another hit,"

because this time, 

I'm looking you in the eye,

and 

saying...

Goodbye.