I've been used,

abused,

balled up and

discarded.

Nothing but trash;

yesterday's news.

I look in the

mirror

and sadly remember.

I remember bruises,

stacked on my skin;

all the hits

that said

it was my

fault.

I remember cuts,

lining my wrist;

All the slashes.

that screamed

hurt and neglect.

I remember tears,

burning down my face;

all that hate

that bleed for

my mistakes.

I remember heartbreak,

tearing me apart;

all that pain

proving that I just

wanted love.

I went looking for

happiness,

the Fountain of Youth,

the world's greatest

treasure.

All I found was

sorrow,

depression,

scorn.

I went into the

world,

with innocent, bright eyes

and came back

broken.

I sought out love

and found abuse.

I sought out happiness

and found despair.

I sought out meaning

and found self-loathing.

For so long now,

I've been broken.

Forgotten,

misplaced,

wrongly treated,

abused.

But I'm so far

broken,

so numb,

I don't feel it

anymore.