Used

Sometimes, I feel like a 

sponge

being squeezed.

People, use and abuse me

- just like they please.

I'm just a doormat -

though willing to be,

just so long, they stay happy with me.

Sometimes, however

I feel they take the lot,

Leaving me there on the side just to

rot.

They use me, abuse me, and 

throw me away,

what do you think -

will they love me one day?

It's hard to please eveyone,

Lord you should know -

dying on wood,

what a way to go!

For people who couldn't care

less what you do,

just so long they can make use -

of you.

Spirit give me patience to 

love

come what may,

maybe they'll see you 

in me

one day.

Then it will be worth it -

this hard lonely path,

the using

abusing

and 

tearing apart.

Sometimes I feel like a sponge

being squeezed but maybe

its worth it - we'll just wait and see!