slowing down fire

I am an aborted fetus,
I never had the chance to try.
It was so romantic when you first discharged my body
This 'golden life' wrapped your head around his cock.

If you had just waited, you would've seen me change.
I'm not a junkie, but I became clean, of distress.
Later you'd find me rubbing that in your face like
Scrubbing alcohol into your skin; i'm better now!

You had made it your mission to strip me down and
Peel off my backbone like an aged newspaper
But nothing could've helped you brace yourself when
you realized I am a sturdy diamond sea.

I used to say
If hope came on lolipops sold by merchants far and wide
I'd keep them as the value went up and they became antiques
The kids would flow into my apartment and stare
Jaws dropping at the sight of an emotion so rare

But since I got rid of your bullshit affairs
I hand hope out like a billionaire with pennies to spare

I'd be lying if I said I never cared about you
But as things were put into perspective, you became shit
And that is what you remain today, not even an opinion
A fact.