Why am I so easy to forget? So easily used as a tool to heal others, so it’s seldom that someone stops to ask if I need any help. I’m not the girl people love, I’m the girl they use. Who wants someone so damaged? So used? How do I begin to heal if I keep allowing people to tell me empty sentiments? If I allow people who just say they love me to have my body and mind? My thoughts have gotten darker since we last spoke. You told me you couldn’t ever be attached to someone who is so troubled, but you still told me you loved me. I often wonder if there’s a god and if he hears me begging at night to help me. Whether it’s ending my life or helping me see the light or whatever other cliché religious people tell me. I say I want to be okay, but I keep allowing these people to have me. To use me until I’m too broken to be beneficial. I miss you so much. God, are you there?