Broken Toy

     Chapter 31 in The Fade

        This one gets to me a lot. One of my exes made me feel like all I was good for was being his plaything. That I was nothing more than a toy to him. 

        Please do not let anyone treat you like that. 

        This somewhat involves two different people I had in my life. One who used me and another... Who also used me. Some in ways that were similar and some that were different. But at the end of the day... I just felt like a broken toy. 

        I do not feel good enough to be loved. I say that a lot. You know how people have said that it is difficult to believe someone when they say you look beautiful because you have been called ugly your entire life. Well I have been called ugly, worthless... Not good enough. A fool. The list could go on and on and on... But I really don't want to fall back down that hole.

        No one wants a broken toy. No one wants to deal with the damage. No one wants to fix the shattered pieces. No one wants to hold the bruised. 

        But what if... What if someone did?

        Would they hold the hand of one who is trying to pull themselves back together. Would they cement the cracks and heal the wounds?

        I don't want to be seen as a broken toy anymore. I don't want to be used. I want to be loved. I want to love. I want to care for someone and for them to care for me too.

        But could someone love a broken thing like me?