To be used.
It happens so often.
To be seen and wanted.
Not for who I am, but for how I look.
I let it happen again and again.
Hoping one heart truly cares.
Yet such truth isn't so.
I am just a test for a theory.
Just to become a,
REGRET,
MISTAKE,
and a MEMORY one wants gone.
To be used.
(Small pause)
To be used.
Told that I'm loved.
Told that they care.
Sadly, that isn't what's true.
For the truth is,
LIES,
SHAME,
and Hatred.
To be used.
(Small pause)
To be used.
To not sleep.
To not eat.
Worrying about what you let happen.
To be touched.
To be held.
Just to learn you were,
a GAME,
a TOY,
and a PASSER-BY.
To be used.
