You Broke Me Down (But I Got Back Up)

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You probably still brag

About that girl you broke–

That girl, that little dark-haired girl…..

Who you tore in two.

You ripped out her soul,

Destroyed her childhood, and

Robbed her of innocence.

You shaped her

Into a tool you could use–

Something you could abuse,

Misuse,

And cause

To mistrust

Absolutely everything

In her life.

You took away her sense

Of her own self.

You made her second-guess

Everything:

Love, relationships,

Her every choice and mood.

You took away her ability

To breathe without

Fear of being seen.

 

I imagine

You still brag

About how you made her cry.

About how you tore her soul apart–

You probably still brag,

And still remember,

How you made her

Want

To die,

Just to escape you.

 

I imagine

You never forgot,

About me–

The girl you used until she

Couldn’t breathe

Anymore.

The girl you stole

From her heart and home–

Just to make her be

What you wanted her

To be.

 

I’m sorry, but that….

That isn’t me.

I’m able to breathe,

Able to see.

I’m dancing and smiling,

Proud of myself.

My body is improving,

My life is improving.

I’m getting better and better.

 

You keep bragging,

You keep mocking–

You’ll just keep

Lagging behind me

As I run.

 

I’m so much better than you–

Be proud of me,

You broken man.

 

Be proud of me,

As I destroy your soul

The way

You destroyed mine.

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