Stab Of Words - Poem by Delainey Lopez
Those words you said to me.
Those words you spit at me.
They were the death of me.
Every word you said was like a stab to me.
And every tear I cried was like blood falling out of me.
I thought I was going to die.
And I wanted to.
With the mistakes I've made I thought I should have.
But I had realized something.
I am not a piece of worthless crap.
I will make something of myself someday.
I don't need you to make me happy.
And I will be happy.
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