Misused

Tears come to my eyes every night.

I still take the hurt, every damn time.

The pain is old but it still stings.

Its hard to deal with all.that responsibility brings.

I gotta deal and I try to take it.

I still don't think I got what it takes to make it.

My spirit is broken and I feel defeated.

Some tried but nobody ever gave me what I needed.

I feel like giving up, and getting it how I live.

feeling so used like...what do I have to give.

Taken advantage of left and right.

I still have such a kind heart in spite.

Of all the abuse.

I'm just used to being misused.