This is my ******* poem
Well, it's not even a poem
This is my message to an ******* that decided my life was worthless
You tore me down
You stripped me of myself
Of the characteristics that defined me
You took away my innocence, my happiness, my compassion, my enthusiasm
You took it all but it wasn't yours to take
Neither is my life. My life is mine
You can try to **** me
Like I tried to **** myself
But you will never take my life from me
You will not get as close to that as you did
I won't let you
Because I realized little by little
In every doctor's chair and with every new pill I take
That you don't define my struggles
You don't deserve that recognition
You deserve fire and brimstone
But I'll settle for the guilt knowing that you almost killed someone who loved you with all her heart
Who let you take her innocence, happiness, compassion, and enthusiasm
I'll let you live with that, and I'll keep living
This is my ******* poem