I wasn't something you could just toss out whenever you were done.
I wasn't a book you could just put down and start reading again when you were bored.
You would say the sweetest things and that gave me hope.
Now I know it was your way of keeping me.
Your lies kept me treading water.
But, you weren't yet done.
You needed me to satisfy your ego.
You needed me to make yourself feel better.
At times, I felt like that was the only thing I was good for.
Then you'd fed me with compliments.
Assure me I was beautiful.
I was unlike any other.
I was the only one for you.
Then you criticized me for what I ate, what I wore, how I felt.
I started to believe who I was wasn't good enough for anyone.
I started to drown in your lies.
You left left me there to drown.
You found another to call "yours".
You treated me like I was disposable.
I was a lot of things but not quite enough for you.
I wasn't perfect, but you'll never find perfect.
You'll find out someones scars.
You'll discover someones baggage.
You're searching for perfect but you won't find it.
I sincerely hope you don't run.
I only hope you don't put another in the same hell you put me through.
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