ah here i go again
losing another friend
i'd feel bad but i know
it's for my benefit

every tear i've cried
has accumulated over time
flooded with the feeling
to wash myself of the grime

of users and opportunists
how'd i let myself come to this
scrubbing away the dirt
only to reveal some nasty bruises

but those will heal eventually
i'll scar over mentally
i'll grow from this
go on to be who i'm meant to be

which is not the embodiment of this pain
not being sore or flawed or ashamed
i'm on my knees right now
but i'll stand tall one day