I Hurt

I don't call myself i writer, I just write what i feel at that moment. Sometimes it makes no sense, weird and/or strange. I've been doing this since my early teens, and never told anyone.
I have always put a big front on, smiled and pretend I don't care, but i do..

I wrote this yesterday, after arriving home from a 'Friends' (fuck buddy if you like). The first 60 seconds of walking though the door, I picked up a pen and paper... then..


I am not setting myself up,
Again!
I am not doing this to myself,
Again!
I am but worthless,
Again!
I am but a 'Shag',
Again!
I am nothing but looks to you,
Again!
I am just a play thing,
Again!

My heart has been taken
They have no idea!
It is the same as steeling,
Without you actually knowing!

I am nothing to you!
I am just a 'Shag'!
I am just setting myself up...

Having good looks is more of a curse for me. I get the urges to eat so much more, scare myself and let myself go!
I just want someone to see me for me, and not just to 'see me'.

People like me get part timed.
People like me get nothing in return.
People like me are never truly loved.


It's The End.

Reading it back, it makes no sense to me!
When i wrote it I felt relief!

Much more better than crying myself to sleep.