Remember

Inside my self,
There is a place
A place of pain
And regret.

All these things I've done
All these pointless things...
Just to later reflect and wonder
Why?

It made no sense,
But I did it anyway.
I shared a piece of myself
With so many people

And for what?
Pleasure?
There's certainly none left now
And sometimes I think there never was.

My body was used
Abused
And I let it happen.
Why would I do that to myself?

These are not words
Of self-pity or loathing
But those of relection.
And words of hope

A hope that next time,
I'll remember these words.