Broken. A screw is loose, a gear has jammed, a wall has come down. Broken.
Unable to separate my emotions from rational thought…I live for one person and yet, they do not know I’m there. It hurts, trying to function with the knowledge that you are worthless.
But…there’s that glimmer that I am not.
Except, it is clouded by greed and hate.Used. Used for your generosity and trust…and it returns again, that knowledge of being worth nothing. Worthless. The word is branded in the back of my mind; there forever. Never ceasing to remind me of its burn each and every day.