I get used
In many ways

I get used for touch
I get used for lust

I get used for comfort
I get used for my love

I get used
Day by day

And no one cares
How broken
I'm becoming

Because
Why would anyone care
About a toy?

Don't tell me
I'm not a toy

Because if I wasn't
Why am I treated like one?

Honestly
Tell me why

I don't want to be used
To be a toy

I want someone to hold me
Cause they wanna keep me safe
Not cause they want comfort
Not cause they feel lonely and want someone to hold

I want someone to kiss me
Because they can't resist
And cause they wanna make me happy
Not cause they want pleasure
Not cause they want more from it

I want someone to hold my hand
Because they want to
Because maybe they like making me feel safe
Not because I like them and they don't wanna be rude
Not because they feel bad for me
Because of my past

I want someone
To love me
And all my broken peices
And not be pretending