I've found this to be true over and over again
No one wants me...
The real me.

They may desire the idea of me
Or lust after my body.
But once they get close
They leave.
Or rather they take what they came for
And they get the hell out.

I've been abused physically...
And emotionally.
I've had so many ****** encounters
With so many different people.
I'm so used.
It's no wonder they all leave.
They find out I'm drained
And instead of trying to fix me
They trot blissfully away.