Don't you just love rubbing salt in my wounds & making me feel inferior about myself.

Does it gives you an adrenaline rush or does it provide you with a sense of achievement to see me here all alone, in my defeat?

Time after time, I let you hurt me & let myself go through that unecessary pain.

But things are going to be different from now onwards.
I'm done with the tears, & I'm over it.
I am not going to let you have your way anymore, I've given you way too many chances.

I started off with nothing, & I have absolutely nothing to lose.
When I say I don't care, I mean, I don't care.

Every single world that you've hurled at me, I am going to shove them back, straight in your face.

Because you never knew what I am made of.
I am never going to let you, or your words, affect me.

Ever again.