Hate

Sometimes I wonder  Could anyone love me  After how many times I was used? I know it wasn’t my fault I know it was against my will But I still feel so… Unloveable… Dirty… Used… Broken… Damaged…  I wish it would go away  But I can’t run from my past  I can only reflect on What I could have done… Changed… Behaved… Ended… Yet I wasn’t strong enough