The Stain

I sometimes picture you when the days of fighting have left my soul bruised, someone whose life doesn't leave me feeling used. Words carry power but with this no more, those 8 letters are a weapon they've used to break my heart to its core. They've siphoned my love and left none for me, Screaming out for help but you don't care to see, The ribs of my heart now showing through, did I not deserve love from any of you I can't look in a mirror because I only see shame, faults and flaws that I can't help but blame, trying to accept that Im just a mistake, the only one the gods did make.