mistreated and misused

She's so cold, they say,
just look into her eyes.
She's gone numb,
from endless streams of lies.
She can't love, they say,
unless her legs are spread.
She gets them drunk,
and then fucks with their heads.
She lives alone, they say,
unwanted, alone, and abused.
She'll die alone,
broken, mistreated,and misused.
She gives herself to anyone who'll care,
believes their lies, and loves them.
If she dares.
I feel betrayed
I feel kind of lost
I feel as if I've paid some cost
A price unworthy of your "love"
That seemed to have come from above.
What a lie,
But why should I cry?
Just because our fake love will die
I should have known you'd do me wrong
But I'm okay.
I'll stay strong.