The Light

You always seem to get to me at my most vulnerable moments, and each time my wall weakens.
I'm trying to control myself but it's not working.
My happy front will soon fade.
You've made me hit rock bottom, so I'm not sure what's next.
I let you belittle me and make me feel like shit, only because I'm not strong anymore.
I'm just fragile and broken.
Left to rot on the floor.
Because your the scumbag who likes to put his problems on one feeble little girl.
Simply because your mind is diminishing and you want to make yourself feel better.
But as they say: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
I'm waiting for he strength.
The sweet taste of rock bottom is what I've already hit, so now I waitbfor the light to shine and piece back together my broken mess.
Except the strengthening light is taking too long.
It's taking longer then it should.
And before you know it I won't be a shattered mess on the cold floor.
I'll be a heartless soul seekin revenge on the light.