Broken Glass

Used for his satisfaction

Thrown away when I’ve accomplished his desires

I’m a glass thrown in a recycling bin

Came back out to satisfy his thirst for pleasure.

The word pleasure doesn’t even get to me I’m so used to it

I’m like a glass that can

shattered in a matter of time

He hides behind a glass full of Shame

Uses me to hide it only ever loved me for my body

He feels this void inside him he doesn’t even know what it is

Scared of what it might mean so he hides behind me giving him pleasure

Insecure about himself uses my body

If only he knew how he ruined me

He left me broken and shattered

Now I’m left to glue my shattered self

Back together but it will never be clean or brand new cause the cracks are shown in my every move but all I can do is hide the cracks cause all it’ll ever do is make me feel shame for what his done and I don’t want to drink from the same glass

I don’t want to be a broken glass anymore but I can never make the cracks disappear cause they’ll always be a part of who I am

I hate that it’s true I wish it weren’t

But it is what it is