They yell at me and tell me I'm worthless, yet if they ever saw the pain in my eyes or the cuts on my thighs they would see that I'm broken.
My parents started asking questions today.. They keep asking me if I'll be okay. But I'm broken. I can look into their eyes and say nothing but lies, because I'm broken.
I'm damaged goods no one will understand no matter what I'll do... I always feel so.... Broken.
For a while I'll feel alright everyone telling me I'm fine but deep inside and breaking and I know soon enough I'll be broken.
Don't get me wrong I have a great life and I do put up a damn good fight but in the world full of perfection I feel so damn broken.
I'm told to eat but it makes me feel sick I'm told not to fall for someone yet he's all I think about. And yes I am broken.
I am told to put it down that self-harm isn't what I need to be thinking about but yet while I'm in a crowded room I feel so alone all because I'm broken.
So I wait instead trying to fight off the thoughts running through my head. I try to put it all away and have a great time I scream and cry at night hoping the next morning I'll feel alright but yet through it all I've maintained the same not getting better but worse every day because I'm broken.
