I was needed by one person.
They used me to clean up their mess,
to protect others from seeing.
I absorbed their blood, their mood swings,
everything about them that others hated
but I loved.
They tossed me, without a second thought,
on the street for others to laugh at.
Without knowing whose blood stained me,
they saw someone used up to the point
of being nothing but a disgrace to the public eye.
After everything I did for you,
you simply used me and left me to be judged
like a ****** on the sidewalk.
I legitimately saw a used ****** on the sidewalk of a shopping district, and this is what I thought of.