Used

You used me like a piece of trash,
your words cut through me,
you're an irritating rash,
why can't you see,
you mean so much to me?

you tell lie after lie,
yet i still keep coming back for more,
you'd rather see me die,
than commit yourself you *****.

you drive me insane,
i can't get you out of my head,
you should be stopping my pain,
not making me feel dead.

you must be hollow inside,
for you feel nothing,
away in the darkest corner you hide,
your feelings,
show you're true meanings,
so where are yours hiding this time?

you're a cold blooded killer,
in the worst possible way,
you took all my feelings,
ripped out my heart,
tore me apart,
left me with nothing,
except the smell of your last fart.

what a nice way to show how you cared,
if only you ever had done,
what about all the love we shared?
or was it all just for fun?

you're twisted and sick,
you used me,
i must be so thick,
not to know, not to see,
that you never loved me.

*this is the first poem i ever wrote, wrote it about a year ago, so it's not that good. but i'd like to hear your opinions on it.
thanks. Dani xxx