Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Being Broken

All my life, Everyone said
You're boken
Something inside you is broken
I belived them
Never doubting a word
I walked through
Each and everyday
Being broken
But today I realized
I healed myself
I don't know how
I can't tell you when
But I want to tell you
I'm better now
I'm not scared anymore


I see your face
And my smile fades
All I hear you say is
It's too late
You're too late
I don't understand
I'm not broken
I'm screaming
To your back
As you walk out of my life
If I'm not broken
Why does it hurt
So much
Why didn't I ever feel
This before
Maybe this is what
Being broken
really means.

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