A poem about self worth

date written: unknown

getting back to normal took time
I’ve been fucked over too many times to count 
my body is a battlefield from the endless falls and blows I’ve taken
picking my self up took almost a year
and getting back to how things were was worth it
we haven’t talked in a year
but occasionally
I see things that make me think of memories we’ve shared
I know it’s not the same for you
we went our seperate ways
picking myself up took every ounce of strength in me
from nights spent alone questioning where I went wrong
to anger in the shape of knuckles being slammed against the walls of plaster
I see you and don’t know how to feel
but picking my self up was the only option 
I couldn’t let myself drown in the sorrow and self pity any longer
I had to stop placing myself in the role of the villain and realize I did no wrong
I learned how to float and pick myself up with my strength I’ve built
I stopped thinking of you
you’re nothing but a faint memory now
I often wonder how you feel when I’m mentioned
do you feel the anger that I had felt
or the sadness due to a lost friend
probably not
I learned that no matter how many people walk All over me I must let it make me strong
I can not be convinced that I was the problem and drag myself under 
I am a human and I deserve happiness
picking myself up and dusting off my scraped knees
I let you become a memory
I faced the sunlight and welcomed it with open arms
letting each inch of my skin soak it up
as I absorbed the sun I let out a last and final breath
and with that single breath was released every memory of you
I am stronger
I am better
I do not need to be dragged down by my own overbearing sadness
it didn’t win this time, I wouldn’t let it