scraping me

I'll try and make this the last one I write about you. But, I've been feeling small since you've left my life. I don't know who I am anymore or if I ever existed. I put my worth in your hands and my view of myself in your mouth. When you spoke highly of me I rose to heaven and when you spoke terrible things about me, the pit of my stomach opened. I tumbled in headfirst and got sucked into hell. I went so low I don't know if I even got out. Because of that reason, I won't allow you to come back. You took a huge chunk of me with you because I gave it away. You gripped my hand so tight your nails made me bleed. It made it easy to let you go. It was becoming dangerous I had to make you leave. I made that sacrifice to let you keep that part of me to maintain what I had left. Now I don't have you, but I got away with a piece of me. That's enough.