These words are my own

So are you done yet?
Screaming till your lungs explode?
Does it do any good to try and forget?
His mark faded long ago
Yet he still haunts you
His mark burned deep into your skin
That moment you felt alive
You felt needed; Wanted even
But that feeling disolved after his lips left yours
Cold and alone is all you felt after
Its not like you felt much before
Now all thats left is you being called a whore
Your sure hes long forgotten you
But it still makes you wonder
Will you ever feel like that again?