Every time I start over
The healing process once again,
You find a way,
To take my dignity away.
And shatter my soul,
Into a million tiny pieces.
So even if,
you stop using me.
abusing me,
bruising me,
I can never feel or be whole again.
And maybe, just maybe,
that\'s why I was put on this earth.
To fulfill your dreams,
your sexual needs.
I guess this is what,
I\'m destined for.
I\'m obviously not strong enough
To stand on my own two feet.
Sometimes it feels,
there\'s nothing left for me.
I know I\'m not good enough,
and I know that they agree.