Challenge, Poetry

From the Edge Back to Myself

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Your words cut like a knife.
My self‑worth split in half since my teenage years.

What did you gain from what you said?
I know I shouldn’t let it get to me—
but that’s easier said than done.

Day in and day out, I hear your words
trying to convince me
that I’m not good enough,
that no one cares,
that I’m not worth it,
that I’m only bothering others,
that I’m a waste of space,
meant to be hidden, not heard.

Each day is a struggle.
But I am determined
not to let you win.

Poetry

Echoes of Betrayal

Your three words today are:
SHARP
CUT
PRICK

The sharp pain of the words you said
Cuts through me like a knife.
The pain comes rushing in,
Doubts begin to creep.
Was I ever meant anything to you,
Or just a means to get what you need?
Now that you’ve got it,
Now that I’m no longer useful,
You want to drop me.