I Feel So Raped

So I've discovered the truth I've said time & time again, but somehow always doubted. I'm damaged goods. Battered & Broken, Misused & Abused. I can run through the motions, say all the right things at exactly the right time, but I'll never again mean them. Oddly enough at one point this would have saddened me, it seems however I've become numb to this now too. It's no big deal anyway, it's not like I'm actually the type to sit around stuck to some ball & chain so I guess there's no real loss to anyone. It's not like I could ever trust anyone enough to let them inside, so I guess in a way this is just saving some poor girl the frustration of trying to get close to me. Lucky her.