Broken

I am a person who was once broken.

Still is, but not as much as I used to be

I have no one, but myself, and sometimes I don't want myself

I mean, who would want a broken toy

That glue wont fix

And after using and abusing it half to death

What do you do with that broken toy?

You throw them away

And buy a new one

Bet you didn't know that's how I felt

You thought that I was OK

That's what happens when you add a "B", "R", "E", and a "N" to OK

It leaves you with BROKEN