i'm not broken anymore.
i've picked up my shards,
i've glued them back together.
i'm not unstable anymore.you had the audacity to test me,
to see if i would grovel in self-pity.
well, at first you were right, but not anymoreyou told me i wasn't good enough.
that i would just cry and break down over you.
the determination to prove you wrong is high on my list.i've got nerve,
i've got moxie.i'll ascend from the grave that you dug for me.
i'll swing to the pinnacle of the ocean that you drown me in.i am good enough
i'll prove it to youyou made me defective,
you were my weak point,
you made me anxious to take a step,
like i was stepping on shattered glass,
dragging around my bloody feetgo buy a personality
you could use a new one.
like i said,
i've got moxie too.
enough to wait,
patiently,
for my friend karma to take a swing at you.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...