You’re damaged goods,
You’re broken,
And no one is ever
Going to want you.

Your words echo in my head. They consume my every being, even now months later. They shape my action because you made me believe they were the ultimate truth. Your words are a broken glass panel with jagged rough ends that pierce my mind tearing it apart. As the blood flows from my mind, often a river’s worth with no dam to stop it from spilling, I lose my own self-worth.

I’ve started living my life more than ever. And yet, every day, in the back of my head there’s an echoing belief that I’m never worthy of anything. And for that, I have no one to blame but you and your harsh mindset. I have no one to blame for feeling this worthless than you.

You made me wholeheartedly believe I was truly no one in this word without being your arm candy. I would never amount to anything because I was too damaged and my life’s success was tied with that of yours.

Broken. Worthless. Damaged.
Self Worth. Life. Success.

Even after all of that, here we are in this world as two separate entities consisting of a successful woman fighting her way in the world and a coward on the verge of drowning in a bottle of whiskey on any given day. Thus, on the bad days when I feel nothing but broken, damaged, or worthless, because of your echoing words in my mind, I remind myself my self-worth, my life, and my success are not tied with that of yours.