So many times the victim to words, everything they say just hurts.
No cushion, just bricks
Bricks to which my landing sticks.
To those that fall to earth from stars, listen me - listen hard
They will hurt you, for they don’t know
That your place among stars, be stolen by a guy from mars.
“So walk away and do not stay - for they’ll soon be in disarray.
They’re nothing without you, without common ground -
So walk away, you’ll have your way.”
So many times I’ve known too well, how their words can make tears swell.
Tear after tear, sob after sob,
Resisting fissures in my skin becomes my job.
To all those who fight everyday, do not go off too far astray,
For life is gradual, its process slow -
From patience in time, come fruits for the wine.
“So walk away and do not stay - for they’ll soon be in disarray.
They’re nothing without you, without common ground -
So walk away, you’ll have your way.”
So many times a punching bag, their words say I’m just a hag -
Used and dirty, filthy, not clean,
They show me no empathy.
To all those in such a plight, do not listen if they dare you fight.
If they hit you, if they throw,
Don’t be hesitant, don’t be slow.
“So walk away and do not stay - for they’ll soon be in disarray.
They’re nothing without you, without common ground -
So walk away, you’ll have your way."
So many times the dirt on the floor, all they see is just a whore.
Used and dirty, filthy, unclean,
But not sorry if I am too much of me.
To all of those who shed those tears, do not give in to your fears -
That’s why they hit, that’s why they throw,
Thew see twisted pleasure in all your sorrows
“So walk away and do not stay - for they’ll soon be in disarray.
They’re nothing without you, without common ground -
So walk away, you’ll have your way.”
Not enough times the one stronghold, finally they’ve learned to fold.
Sometimes there is strength in giving up,
It shows you know what keeps you in this rut.
Explanation
As I'm sure anyone else has at some point in their life, I too have had my fair share of friends that have (metaphorically) stabbed me in the back. My mom taught me to just let go of those toxic people, and my dad taught me to move on because they don't deserve what they can't appreciate. They were right about that, and so I wrote this as a sort of reminder to myself whenever something like that happens.
About the Creator
Bianca Wargo
Psychology and English Writing double major at Kean U
1 Thessalonians 4:3-8
Leaving my old writing up to go back sometimes and see how God's changed me to be better.
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