It is one thing to be in a relationship where you know the other person doesn't love you.
  It is however a completely different thing when you don't feel as if you are important to that person.
Where every time you talk to them you question whether or not they really care.
 
Im tired.  I hurt.

  I gave you everything.  Everything I have and everything I am. 
My ear, my shoulder, my patience, my body and my heart.
  I feel as worthless as dust and as cheap as a whore.
 I feel used. 
I am your pleasure and your entertainment at the cost of my heart.
  Abuse is abuse whether physical or emotional.
Though I do not have black eyes or a busted lip, I feel broken. 
My spirit dwindling and light fading.
 
But I still stand. 
I wake every morning not wanting to face the day,
but get out of bed and take small steps towards a door that can change the world.
  I am strong in my own way and in that I believe that I am more beautiful than you can possibly see.
  I may be tired, I may hurt and I may be broken, but that will all pass. 

Because I see something you don't. 
A sparkle of who you could be and the knowledge of what I will become, with or without you.

Written by Lynzi Cunningham 9/21/02