Yet another i wasnt good enough,
Yet another that just wants to be freinds,
I dont know why it hurts so much,
I knew he only wanted one thing,
Yet i believed his lies,
He looked me in the eye,
It hurts,
But i smile the tears away,
Feeling even more numb than last time,
Wanting to scrub my skin till it bleeds,
Hopeing it will get rid of his touch,
So my skin can stop crawling,
Im sick of feeling so alone,
So used and abused,
Like a little toy u put away for safe keeping,
So its there if u have nothing else,
Thats wat i am,
Something used,
Forgotten,
Always completely broken,
But they dont notice,
A smile,
A moan is all they need,
Someone to be there when no one else wants to be.
