broken doll

This is a poem about the pain of being betrayed yet again. The pains of once again, being tossed to the side, being used by a man for one single thing. Written December 3, 2025, this poem details my pains from a recent encounter.

here i am, wondering late at night
wondering why you waited for five years
you made me reveal all about my plight
tell you about all my fears
and yet, just like every man
you used me like a doll
treatment of which i’m not a fan
when things became too real
treated me like every other man

i was just a doll for you to use
feelings became yours to abuse
when your horny got in the way
you ignored my everyday pain
didn’t listen when i said “no”
kept pushing for more of me to show
to you, i was nothing more than a toy
whose purpose was to bring your dick joy

when i broke, just like a worn-down doll
you pretended to be there, pretended to care
trusted you with details, my pain
confided in you all my shame
a broken doll serves no use for you
threw me out like a chewed up shoe
the moment i was no longer just a girl you could fuck
you really started to suck!

because all i was, a doll for you to abuse
my feelings became all for you to use
did everything you could to ignore my pain
once your horny got in the way
kept pushing for more of me to show
even when i vehemently stated “no”
a girl on duty, not an onlyfans star
you expected me to take it that far
to you i was nothing more than a toy
whose purpose was to bring your dick joy

you’ve known me for five whole years
might as well give you a chance
but just like every man from my past
you took me down, violated my fears
treated me like i was nothing more
than an object for your anytime pleasure
like i was just a goal for you to score
my hurt right now, beyond measure

it took me years to trust a man again
give myself to you, try and get better
all i became was the fuckable friend
you weren’t an anomaly, a trendsetter
had no intentions of treating me right
only just adding to my everyday fight
now, your actions i have to survive
if there weren’t men like you, the world would thrive

wouldn’t it be nice for me to be loved for who i am
instead of the broken doll everyone thinks i am
and sincerely, 
fuck you.