Taking Back What is Mine
A part of me died a long time ago,
no funeral or flowers,
and no kisses goodbye,
I felt the hole it left,
like a knife plunged in my chest a million times,
my identity lost,
and everything was pushed to the side,
I didn't even cry and don't ask me why,
it's like my body was alive,
but I was dead inside.
It wasn't until I got so tired of feeling
so dead I took my first step to ending all the dread
I needed to take back control
totake back my soul
I needed to forgive so I could begin to live
I learned to love myself
to gain some wealth
and little by little I didn't feel so belittled