No Room Left to Bleed

I feel Like I'm caught in your game of chess.
Instead of being you king, the most important piece of you life, I am something else. I'm just one of your pawns.
You can move me forward as a distraction. A decoy to distract you from those surrounding you and the pain that you are going through and the thoughts in your mind.You used me until I am over taken or my purpose has been served and I am done for.
You can leave me be. Forgetting about me, leaving me static as if I am not even there, as if you don't see me. As if I am only around as a precaution in case your more important pieces are over taken.
You can hide behind me, saving you from everything going on around you. Not confiding me but using me as a barrier from danger. Then, when it gets overwhelming and I cant protect you, you save yourself and abandon me, as if I'm a lowly lamb being sent to slaughter.
But in the end there is one thing you forget. Even if I am only a inferior pawn, mainly used as a decoy, protection, or simply left on the sidelines; sometimes even a pawn can win the game.