Victim

**someone told me to take my time when i write...this is the outcome-please comment/vote**

Why am I always the victim
In this game of life
I feel I was given the short half
And the rest just strife

Went through suicide
Used my knife every chance
Blood would stain
Scars would enhance

Eating disorder got the best of me
Never felt good enough
Always need to loose more
The mirror made it more tough

Experienced rape at a young age
Stole my inner child from inside
Innocence was lost
For myself, I had no pride

Hated who I was
Know one knew the real me
Too afraid of rejection
Never wore my heart on my sleeve

Disappointment to the family
Ashamed of their only daughter
Their image of their little girl
So perfect in pink, now slaughtered

Heart broken once
But one too many times
couldnt live without him
But nor could I have him as mine

Crying all day long
Too weak to even leave bed
Heart still beating
But I felt so dead

God just forgot about me
I wasnt important for his eyes
thats why I had to leave
thats why my note said
world goodbye

Why am I always the victim
In this game of life
I feel I was given the short half
And the rest just strife