Dying, Someone is Killing Me.

You'll never touch these lips again.
This soft skin of mine has no business with you.
My smile will no longer be your means.
The light I hold is not to be shown onto you.
These tears I cry are not for you.
I mourn the destruction of mine.
I regret that I allowed you to bring me down so low.
Now I can't even get up.
I can't trust anyone..and those I do trust don't love me how you did.
They don't worry about my well being.
They use me for what I'm "good for".
They get mad at me..yelling..pushing me away.
And I'm so lost in it all.
What purpose do I hold but to be someones stress reliever.
To them I'm a fantasy.
Yet I'm living in hell.