I’ve begged for love before, I’ve pleaded for affection and I’ve cried for attention.
I’ve been angry, I’ve been broken, I’ve been starved of human touch.
You made me hate my body, you made me envy others, you made me wonder what’s so wrong with me.
Now when someone else put their hands on me I think of you and it burns my skin, they feel my body and I go numb wondering if they’re satisfied.
I won’t ever know how to be adored.




















