Broken

Something is broken

Broken in me

Something is stolen

And soon you'll see

Why?

Why do I keep getting used?

The victim of my own excuse

Turned down no matter how hard I try

Some people aren't meant to be helped

They bite after being fed

After being lifted to the sky

They scorn those who help them fly

Sometimes we heal

Other times, we stay broken

Not because we don't want to heal

It's simply because we can't

Everyday you pick new peices

Deep down you know it can never be as new

So you move on, broken

That deep cut is still open

Making sure no one notices

The shattering feeling never stops

It hurts, but you don't want it to stop

Because from there your healing comes

But if you stop it without healing

Then a part of your human nature dies

Then you feel nothing

Not the pain and aches in your heart

Or a smidgen of sympathy

And your heart is sealed

Stone in place of flesh

Nothing goes out or comes in

Simply because you can't let go

The healing process was slow

You can't bear the thought

The thought of being a means to someone's end

Despite how hard you fought.