Shattered

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.