Adaptation to Pain

I did them like Jesus and gave them a table to sit at.
They treated me like Judas and put me through that.
The table was flipped on me, where I welcomed them at.
A lot of the times it’s the ones we love the most.
It hurt so bad because to my heart they were so close.
Now this building is closed for construction.
I’m sure they thought it would be my destruction.
In the mist of the heartache I saw the beauty .
What they thought was demolition was just to renew me.
Now the residue of the pain and tears are motivation.
To love a little harder and be way more smarter.
I was told once to love like I never been hurt.
Just like a lotus you can grow from the dirt.
My adaptation to pain has made me able to sustain.
Their hearts and minds were set upon themselves.
Mine on the other hand was on everyone but myself.
Sacrifice was my adaptation to pain.

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