It’s that obnoxious feeling you get-

When you find out that it was all a lie-

It’s that sinking in your stomach hurt-

When you realize that you were nothing after all

Just like they’ve been telling you for so long-

And that guy who you thought was here to save you-

From the past and the hate and the everything of everything-

Was really just using you for the sex-

Cause he guessed you were easy-

But you were really venerable-

And waiting for someone to come hold you-

But you were so used, girl.

You got played.

And it’s that anger you get when the hurt subsides-

And it’s the torment you get when you wonder if it’s something you’ve done-

And it’s the suffering because every day-

Is one more hopeless excursion out into the world…

Was it really worth it?

You ask yourself this with a melancholy sigh-

But the answer is rhetorical

And a part of you is so glad you found out about it-

But another part of you was already in too deep-

And you hate him-

But want him anyways-

But you were so used, girl.

You got played.

And he’s the worse kind of asshole for doing this to you-

All you really want is love-

Is that too much too ask for?

And you were relieved when you got your period-

It meant you weren’t having his child-

Another reminder of the night you shared-

How fucking happy you were-

And how stupid you feel because of it.

And you fall back on that cushy reliance-

That you’re going somewhere-

You’re going to be somebody-

You will leave this place one day and this won’t matter-

But it matters now-

It’s stinging right now.

You were so used, girl.

You got played, and you knew better.