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.