Different Pain

I wanted you to claim me. Mark my body, demand my heart, body, soul and mind. what I recieved were marks on my heart and thoughts. A damaged soul. Now I sit here in a different pain than what a desired, wanted and needed. I offered everything and you reject it. Took the parts everyone else wants. The good parts, the undamaged. I sit here holding the pain that has no outlet, nowhere for it go. The damage is mine to repair alone. This pain is mine.