Used Poem by Amy Michelle

I'm sick of all the drama
The pain and the confusion
The tears and the sorrow
The thing I have become

Knives.
My only source of comfort?
Maybe.
But what else do I have?
Friends?
Yes.
Someone to love?
Yes.
Are they better than a knife?
Probably but I didn't listen.

Sometimes I wish
That I was still a good girl
That I had parents who understood
That I had the morals
I once thought I used to have

There's so much I could wish for
But a genie only gives you three
A star, only one
So I can't.
And my never get the chance to

Every battle leads to war
Every war has a battle
I've been through battle
I've been through war
Nothing is worse
Nothing.

I've been used.
Trampled on.
And never taken seriously
Because I don't have a voice
Never have
Never will
But I'm still here.
Still alive. Still breathing.
Barely.
But can you ask for more?
From someone who has given everything...
And never expects anything?