Cracks,
Bruises,
Blood,
Pain,
Cuts,
Is all I see and feel when I look in the mirror.

I cry for help,
But no one heard me,
So I went silent,
No one hears my weeping,
My Sobs,
My Screams,
So I say I'm 'OK'.

Can't you see,
I'm BrOKen,
I'm covered in,
Cracks,
Bruises,
Blood,
Cuts,
And I feel nothing but,
Pain,

I'm not OK,
I'm BrOKen.