Damaged goods with wounds and scars,
Indeed it's such a shame.
But she makes it look so easy
'Cause they "love" her all the same.

It's not as if she's beautiful
Or even true and strong.
She's just another car crash heart
Who sings a lonely song.

They use her and abuse her
And she never says a word.
The feeling of his flesh on hers
Is always much preferred.

Pour a drink straight down her throat
She'll lose herself in bliss.
Allowing him to hurt her more
She's silenced with a kiss.

A/N: I'm unsure how I feel about this poem. It was inspired when one of my friends asked me how I got guys to like me... =/