Deep wounds with an invisible mark.
Carved by one I used to love; a love that never loved back.
Used, to be replaced with a friend.
A better body and high narcissism,
someone who wasn't afraid to use others,
also played with my heart.
They left me exposed,
Told people something that I am not.
Forced myself to become something I was not,
just for them to walk all over me.
He threatened to hurt my friends, dignity and poise,
She ruined potential love for me, dignity and poise.
The laughter and love I once had has left me.
Yet I feel sorry.
I felt love for them.
I always feel like I'm in the wrong and shouldn't say anything,
That I deserve the labels I'm given.
I know that's false,
that I can find love as true as can be;
also live with the emotional scars.
With time, comes a fork in the road to growth and self recovery.
I'm always sorry, but not for this anymore. Him and her did enough damage; I'm the only one that can fix myself.