Damaged Goods
You stole my soul
left me hollow inside
Broke my heart open
and left me to cry
You scratched my surface
to find my weakness
Threw it back in my face
so I could feel your sickness
Now I’m damaged goods
that’s how you left me
No one wants what’s broken
I’m damaged goods
and thanks to you
truer words were never spoken
You knocked me down
So you’d be above me
Then fed your ego
with all of my misery
You ripped me to shreds
for the littlest things
You broke my spirit
Left me here cringing
Now I’m damaged goods
that’s how you left me
No one wants what’s broken
I’m damaged goods
and thanks to you
truer words were never spoken
Copyright © Leslie Scardigno | Year Posted 2015
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