(not un)derstood

You can see me.
I look happy.
What you don't know
is that I hurt.
I need a human touch,
but at the same time
can't handle closeness.

I cried myself to sleep again last night.

Loved

He said "I love you."
He used me for what he wanted
Then threw me away
Empty, discarded, unloved.
God came along to rescue me.
He said "I love you."
He used me for what he wanted.
Then he kept me.
He said "You are too precious to lose."