Every breath I fight to take is as hard as these four walls I want to break
I am a facade. A shell. What I am is what you make me, because I allow it. I am your whore. Your toy to use, abuse, and lose. Feed me a few kind words, stare at my tits, and have your fun while it lasts. Get bored. Toss me aside as easily as you picked me up. Walk away and leave me broken on the floor. Because my feelings are irrelevant to you, but yours mean everything to me. You don't need my validation, even though sometimes I wish you did, or the way I wish anyone did, for that matter. You won't be the first, or the hardest, just the latest. Sure, you'll make me cry, but who hasn't? It's somewhat of a rite of passage. Shortly after the hair on the balls comes the opportunity to make Jessica Nicholle Peiffer cry. And just like the bitch you are, you'll make every effort to top the one who came before you. Rebuild me just to tear me down. Why? Because you fucking can.