You Destroyed Me

This poem is written by what appears to be a very young woman. Seemed to fit with many stories I've read and learned from here. I never allowed myself to feel worthless but I have felt soooo used and duped and angry about it all! Just thought I would post such insight from one so young. So sad it happens at any age...
I included the link to this poem as it was not met to be copied plus I think the comments after are worth reading as well.

http://www.booksie.com/poetry/poetry/xox_babiilicious_hunnibunss_xox/you...

Then after that go to this uplifting link on Lisa's site

http://www.lisaescott.com/forum/2011/04/03/more-confirmation-if-you-want...

How did you know to pick me?
Were you told by someone?
Maybe you read my mind..
Or is it possible, that on that fateful day,
I ventured out into the world Un-aware I was wearing a sign which stated..

This girl believes she is worthless, so she will believe your lies without question
She will give you everything you demand and ask nothing in return
(at least not out loud perhaps she may plead with her eyes but you can always ignore those.)
She will make sure she only cries in the solace of her room
That she always presents you with a smile so you are never burdened with quilt.
And when she sees you in another’s arms showing the type affection you never bestowed on her,
She won’t complain
After all she believes she is worthless…

Was that how you chose me as your prey
Perhaps you didn’t read it off a sign
Maybe my eyes, those open windows to my soul
Maybe they told you all you needed to know.
Well, one way or another, you were given the weapons with which to cripple me
So that when word spread, like an unquenchable forest fire,
And others like you approached me, I was powerless to now change or defy what I’d been labeled as.
So the pattern repeated itself like an endless loop until there was nothing left of my soul to destroy.

I gave you the weapons with which to destroy me
And you used took full advantage of them, just as you did me.
With an enviable sense of total obliviousness
And an truly astounding lack of remorse you broke me.
And yet you lived everyday without ever noticing
The pain you caused me.
And not even when I occasionally let down my guard
And dared to peek out from behind the façade of my bright smile.
It forces me to consider the possibility that perhaps you knew all along
Maybe you saw past my fake smile to the broken girl I was.
Maybe you saw all that and simply never cared.

Having said all that
How can I possibly blame you for destroying me
When it was I who gave you the means to do so.