broken

i'm broken yes that's true i'm not one whole piece some days i'm in two some days i'm crumbled and left on the floor without a care from anyone

i'm broken factual, yes but does anyone care? does anyone stop to think, is she okay? is she well? is she broken?

i'm broken and does anyone stop to wonder? no they don't they don't ponder the fact that i'm crushed beaten broken

i'm broken yes, for that is true but does it mean anything? am i less of a person? can i not love? am i even human? and yes i am

i'm broken but that doesn't define me it defines the actions of everyone around me it shows what others did to me how i let them control me and now? i'm still broken but i don't let that be me