UNLOVABLE

Am i unlovable?
a question that a million people ask ever single day,
as we wait for an answer we waste away,
beaten,
raped,
or just constantly thrown away,
are we damaged goods?
or better this way?
scared i lay bleeding again for my heart broken,
again and again and again,
this feeling so real,
maybe we are unlovable,
if we are unable to see the beauty we hold within then how can another break through to see it to?