• Used, broken and forgotten-
    I lay in here,
    wondering where the world has gotten
    not knowing what I should fear,
    laying here used-
    with all this hurtful solitude that keeps me bruised,
    not knowing when this wounds would heal,
    not being able to feel-
    anymore,
    my heart will not ask for more-
    as it sits broken-
    with infectious wounds open,
    not knowing when it'll turn-
    not knowing when it'll burn,
    I wonder-
    Do I really matter?
    Do I mean anything-
    to anyone?
    Am I even worth something?
    Just a forgotten someone?
    Used, broken and forgotten,
    like a toy gotten-
    bad and thrown away...