I lie here looking up at you
wondering what's to be next.
I am merely a splinter
of my former self.
The shine is gone,
chewed away by time.
I've lost my voice,
even when my sharp wit
is at its peak,
there seems to be
nothing that I can say.
When you are done
you toss me aside
leaving me alone
in the dark, cold room,
waiting anxiously for your return.
Hoping and praying
next time will be different,
next time you won't
leave me shattered.
My life is one
that will always be abused.
Who am I?
2006-07-30
07:55:48
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christina s
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