You Aren’t Worth It by Kori | Written 2/15/2017

I got up before the sun did,

my mood was great,

I snapped a few photo’s,

ate balanced.

Then you rocked the boat,

making me question my methods,

my anxiety tried to surface,

but I held it together and breathed calmly.

Empty threats are still damaging.

I can’t wait for you to eat your words.

I’ve made it through sickness and two deaths.

I refuse to be a statistic,

those who drink and smoke,

dead inside from job related stress.