You see, words are like wounds.
They cut deep and leave scars that never truly heal.
you, my dear, have left me with scars that will always remind me of the pain you caused.
The pain that runs deep in my heart and soul, the pain that I will never be able to forget.
You thought it was okay to treat me like dirt, to walk all over me and then ask why I’m not clean? Well, let me tell you, you are the reason I am not clean.
Your words and actions have stained me, and no amount of scrubbing will ever make me clean again.
You have left me broken, shattered into a million pieces, and it’s all because of you.
But I refuse to let your toxicity define me.
I refuse to let you have the power to make me feel small and worthless.
I will rise from the ashes you left me in, stronger and more resilient than ever before.
Your words may have hurt me, but they will not break me.
I am a survivor, and I will not let you bring me down.
So go ahead, continue to spread your toxicity, but know that I will always rise above it
Itsalldelulu 