My body is cracked It’s the way it was made God probably thought I was really so bad When he saw me at first sight He sighed softly So my heart is broken And no one can see
The knife of abuse hits my body And it shatters again Put my limbs back together Yet they’re still cracked A gun of a thousand words Shoots me in the chest A little voice says That I’m better off dead
Maybe I am Maybe I am not But as far as I can see I shouldn’t exist
Why do people shatter others who are going through pain? What did they do to them?