Worthless [Me]

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The baby steps that I take to make sure so nothing goes wrong,

'Just a bit more.'

'Come on, you can reach for it!'

'This is what you want- don't give up!'

That fighting spirit engulfing me, never stop pushing me to go further,
Only to resulting a vicious slap onto my face.

My cheeks.

Only to feel a scar plastered permanently onto this soft skin of mine.

Only to take notice that the emotional side of me would always prevail eventually.

Only to trample onto my knees and break down, bursting out uncontrollable tears; damping the heated up cheeks and aching my already swollen eyes.

The grief that I have to bear; it's all too much to handle.

My physical state would heal sooner or later, but the mind is always brutally abused.