An old poem.

I found this old poem that I wrote just over a year ago when I was starting the decent into my deep depression..........

When I was younger no one really cared about me
Most guys just wanted one thing
As I got older I learned the difference between love and lust
Most call me sex machine, queen, or goddess

When will it end?
Used time and time again
Slowly dying inside
Built the walls strong and high
To keep my heart from being torn apart

Time for a change
Tired of the same old thing
Looking to meet someone
For more than the one night stand
When will they learn there's more to me?

When will it end?
Used time and time again
Slowly dying inside
Built the walls strong and high
To keep my heart from being torn apart

You never loved me so why make this hard?
I've had enough of this game
You keep playing me for a fool
Well this fool is on to you

When will it end?
Used time and time again
Slowly dying inside
Built the walls strong and high
To keep my heart from being torn apart

I can't take this pain anymore
I think it's time to even the score
They'll never know what they missed
It's sad it had to end like this
Just a few more pills and it won't hurt again

When will it end?
Used time and time again
Slowly dying inside
Slowly...dying...inside