I hate that I am broken...
Fragmented into little pieces..
I hate that you could do that to me.
I was always so strong
now I am just a dysfunctional wreck...
I hate that I am broken...
and I wonder can I ever be fixed?
Who wants something broken...
who wants to spend the time...
who cares enough to care enough
to take the broken pieces...
to touch them
the heal them
to make them whole again
and make them unbroken
to love again.... who wants broken?