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.
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