Faced Defeat

I know that you’ll point things out
Point out all the things I don’t like about myself
You know right where to stab to make it hurt the most

You’ll make it hurt the most

I know that I will have no witty comebacks
No snide remarks

I will sit quietly
Cold and defeated
I have nothing else to say
I’ve said everything
Laid out all my cards on the table
Given up, faced defeat
Drained myself dry

I’m just skin, a simple mold
Without any witty comebacks, without any snide remarks
A shell of a person

I eliminated whatever was left of me

Which wasn’t much