• I've been used, abused, drained, and played.
    I've been loved, hated, feared, admired.
    I've been many things, many emotions, but happiness has never truly found me.
    I hate to think of how it would change who I've become, and yet I long to be happy, to feel, to care, to be content.
    I wish it wouldn't feel so wrong to be happy, to love, to be loved.
    But it's not meant to happen, nor will it ever, for I've grown accustomed to the pain.