im shattered, broken, alone and afraid.
I appear so heartless and cold to them.
I was thrown in the gutter after all of the sacrifices I made.
Giving everything I had wasnt good enough for him.
Im ashamed, disgusting, disgraceful and ill.
I appear to be angry and bold.
He told me he loved me just for the thrill.
It hurt worse than any lie i've ever been told.
Im fading, empty, lost and unheard.
I appear to be troubled and dark.
He was my first taste and it meant the world.
I dont think my memory even leaves a mark.
Im sleeping, silent, hearts stopped beating...im dead.
I appear to be at peace with my pain.
I understand why he hates himself as he invites her to his bed.
Now..I just feel shame.