The broken girl
that's what I am
Somedays
I couldn't even tell you why
others,
I just hate myself
I replay over and over
everything that's horrible about me
My smile never quite meets my eyes
staring off into the distance
maybe on a good day it does
but those are far and few between
I just want to give up some days
but I know I can't
because I have people counting on me
I can't talk about it because they'll all worry
not that talking about it helps much anyway
the broken girl
that's what I am
and I'm scared to death
that I'm never going to be whole again
it scares me even more
when I look over
and see that same distant look
in my 5 year old niece's eyes
