Its hard to be broken
In the way that I'm broken.
Nobdoy can see it
Or hear the words I've left unspoken.
If you look very closely
As I walk by you can see
Little pieces of myself falling off of me.
I used to pick them up,
Take them home and glue them
Then put them back on.
But lately I'm getting tired of fighting to be strong.
Now I look back
At the trail of shards I've left,
And smile sickly as people destroy them,
Walking on them step by step.
I guess I don't care enough
To scream for the sake of me
But then again, when I try to
No sound comes out of me.
I'm watching myself fall
Into a dark, cold endless pit
And I can't seem to do anything
But sit back and watch it win.