I'm broken each time
I see your picture
I'm broken by not being able
To be who you want
Hell to be who I want
Because I will never be
Thin enough, pretty enough
To be perfect.
I hate myself more with each
Passing day, because I let
Another guy hurt me enough
To have me turn back to the blade.
I'm broken in heart and spirit
Wishing I could die, or just
Break down and cry.
Wishing I could be good enough
So just once they would stay
I'm not even sure who they are
Just that I need somebody to
Love me.
I'm broken already
So why should it hurt like this?
I'm already broken inside
Why shouldn't the outside match?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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