please do not need me...
for i have naught to give...
some days i have to reach...
for the will to live...
there is a barren wasteland...
that used to be a heart...
residing deep inside of me...
before it was torn apart...
was i ever really loved?...
or was i just posessed?...
a trinket and a plaything...
just like all the rest...
a "trophy" on a shelf...
til u had need of me...
my pain is now a badge...
for all the world to see...