She crumpled up the used tissue and flung it on the floor with a little “humph.”. He picked it up. She did it again. He picked it up again. She was 30 years old. Marriage was occasionally not what he expected.
I used to be a person.
Then, then they, for lack of any better term… broke me. Is that any way to say such a thing?
Of course not.
But you didn’t ask for clarity.
Kyra
i feel used. i feel like you look at me, soak me in, take advantage. i am falling in love with you and it doesnt matter cause i am just another ornament on the mantle piece above your couch. another score. another person you can count off on your list.
Kate
he just left when i told the good news to him. I thougth he would be happy as me and will pull me into his side, lift me up, spin me in his hands. Smile and laugh. But no. He left. He left me feel used. And with his baby inside me, growing.
Tanya
plastic bags swirl in the wind. hope you aren’t waiting for me. the using was mutual and devastating.
i feel used sometimes i feel used a dumped in water i feel great about it
kati
WHAT!! I already wrote about this yesterday!! Change it pleeze! :(
Amahdi
apologiesapologiesapologiesapologies
jesus christ, I’ll never covince anybody
that I never meant to crucify,
I never wanted to make biblical
the time we spent & it was
never supposed to hurt,
but every breath drives
another nail through
another palm,
and every smile
is a salted wound.
Used are things and people. Everything is used at some times. But strangely enough, if things are used it is not a bad thing.
Using people is.
I wonder why there is such a difference.
Really interesting thing.
joe
old, worn, tired. over with. lost functionality. my brain feels this way right now. duuurrrrrrrrrrr
Used and abused, sometimes you just feel used and abused, don’t you?
Mary Lou Wynegar
i feel just used up without a friend in the world
Andrew David
i feel used so much in my life. sometimes its good though because you know your needed but usually it just hurts and you want them to love you instead
Bica
broken down, treasured, old, somebody had it before you, it has a history, it might be junky, or have holes or dents in it, it might have been loved by someone before you, amazing what it might be worth,
Pat
the car was used, used up even. but it was all she could afford, it would have to be good enough to get her and her boy out of that town and that rut.
shane patrick
I used to write angst, now I write poetry. I used to be a young, sweethearted kid, now a depressed emo child. I used to hate the world, now I still do. I used to believe in fairy tales, now the Bible is fiction.
Bri Berrios
I had looked so long and here it was. A genuine first edition copy. I picked it up and carefully turned the pages, excited by their yellowed used condition.
JL
I once knew a girl (I say ‘girl…she was in her 40s) who would wear a pair of stocking only once and once she’d used them she would throw them away then wear a new pair, staight out of the packet. She never wore a used pair.
It was almost painful. The feeling of not owning the consequences of your actions. The feeling of knowing someone else has taken advantage of you. The knowledge that you would never be able to say that you had not allowed yourself to be used.
Ellen Curtis
i used to care about the girl who meant the world to me, then i realised that my mind was making what my heart wanted a reality.
Leon Hawkes
yes,it’s true,you are both beautiful inside and out.but to say i used you only for your beautiful body?!?you’d think i’d be used to it…but you remain arrogant and vain until the end. you’d think you’d write or call to see how i was dong.if you could support or help me,but no.hello,your average body is only beautiful because it belongs to you..jesus
i bet you think this song is about you
i have been used
by friends
not so cool
but
this is the life
we can also use stuff
but giving is better than recieving
in my holy opinion anyways
i love him him him him him!
OMG!!!
so little time
i love you darling!
osa
there was nothing he could do about it. It had been a real great ploy, and he had been completely and utterly used by the supposed girl of his dreams.
She crumpled up the used tissue and flung it on the floor with a little “humph.”. He picked it up. She did it again. He picked it up again. She was 30 years old. Marriage was occasionally not what he expected.
I used to be a person.
Then, then they, for lack of any better term… broke me. Is that any way to say such a thing?
Of course not.
But you didn’t ask for clarity.
i feel used. i feel like you look at me, soak me in, take advantage. i am falling in love with you and it doesnt matter cause i am just another ornament on the mantle piece above your couch. another score. another person you can count off on your list.
he just left when i told the good news to him. I thougth he would be happy as me and will pull me into his side, lift me up, spin me in his hands. Smile and laugh. But no. He left. He left me feel used. And with his baby inside me, growing.
plastic bags swirl in the wind. hope you aren’t waiting for me. the using was mutual and devastating.
You left me, ripped and unclean. You abandoned me and my mottled sheen.
i feel used sometimes i feel used a dumped in water i feel great about it
WHAT!! I already wrote about this yesterday!! Change it pleeze! :(
apologiesapologiesapologiesapologies
jesus christ, I’ll never covince anybody
that I never meant to crucify,
I never wanted to make biblical
the time we spent & it was
never supposed to hurt,
but every breath drives
another nail through
another palm,
and every smile
is a salted wound.
Used are things and people. Everything is used at some times. But strangely enough, if things are used it is not a bad thing.
Using people is.
I wonder why there is such a difference.
Really interesting thing.
old, worn, tired. over with. lost functionality. my brain feels this way right now. duuurrrrrrrrrrr
Used and abused, sometimes you just feel used and abused, don’t you?
i feel just used up without a friend in the world
i feel used so much in my life. sometimes its good though because you know your needed but usually it just hurts and you want them to love you instead
broken down, treasured, old, somebody had it before you, it has a history, it might be junky, or have holes or dents in it, it might have been loved by someone before you, amazing what it might be worth,
the car was used, used up even. but it was all she could afford, it would have to be good enough to get her and her boy out of that town and that rut.
I used to write angst, now I write poetry. I used to be a young, sweethearted kid, now a depressed emo child. I used to hate the world, now I still do. I used to believe in fairy tales, now the Bible is fiction.
I had looked so long and here it was. A genuine first edition copy. I picked it up and carefully turned the pages, excited by their yellowed used condition.
I once knew a girl (I say ‘girl…she was in her 40s) who would wear a pair of stocking only once and once she’d used them she would throw them away then wear a new pair, staight out of the packet. She never wore a used pair.
It was almost painful. The feeling of not owning the consequences of your actions. The feeling of knowing someone else has taken advantage of you. The knowledge that you would never be able to say that you had not allowed yourself to be used.
i used to care about the girl who meant the world to me, then i realised that my mind was making what my heart wanted a reality.
yes,it’s true,you are both beautiful inside and out.but to say i used you only for your beautiful body?!?you’d think i’d be used to it…but you remain arrogant and vain until the end. you’d think you’d write or call to see how i was dong.if you could support or help me,but no.hello,your average body is only beautiful because it belongs to you..jesus
i have been used
by friends
not so cool
but
this is the life
we can also use stuff
but giving is better than recieving
in my holy opinion anyways
i love him him him him him!
OMG!!!
so little time
i love you darling!
there was nothing he could do about it. It had been a real great ploy, and he had been completely and utterly used by the supposed girl of his dreams.