What did I do to be abused?
Why must I be the one you use?
So, I guess I am just you beat up doll.
Simply because you think someone other than you should take the fall.
It is always me you call when you are mad or sad.
What part of hurting me makes you glad?
Do you take pride in the fact that you are stronger than me?
Is it the pain on my face that you like to see?
Do you think you are a king that should be crowned,
while I lie broken and bleeding on the ground?
I wake up crying at night
trying to muffle my sobs out of sheer fright.
I am having a hard time figuring out what is real,
but it doesn't matter beceause I know you don't care how I feel.
I am tried of living in this constant hell,
but I am far to scare to tell.
What did I do?
Why must I take this abuse from you?
I know you don't care,
and every day I have to hide from all the stares.
Sometimes you'll feel bad and start to cry,
and then you look at me and tell a lie.
You'll say this time is the last
and all the abuse in now in the past.
At first, everything will be fine and you'll be my friend,
but we both know the abuse never ends.