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used foolI've been used, torn and abused, im so confused, my heart is bruised, but as the bruises fade, the pain still stayed, pain turns me numb, what have I become? no wonder I am the way I am, feeling hopeless and lost knowing no one really gives a damn, no not about me, so why not just let them use me, you know people always call me ugly, but if im so damn ugly why do they always choose me? yea they always come to me, thinking- knowing im so damn easy, and if I don't open up then they force me, they tell me im beautiful they tell me im thin, they tell me what I wanna hear then poof! viola! there in, what the hell im wrong with me? why am I so damn foolish?, so oh yea use the fool, you guys are monsters!, why so damn cruel?!, why do I love men, when I've been used by like ten!? Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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