Broken Toy Poem by Marie Melodie

Its not wonder i cant sleep at night,
Who would be able to, when you have this much pain inside?
I cant forget my past,
I try to move forward...
But the memories are haunting..
These mistakes ive made...
Its my fault....
I made myself a toy...
I let people play with me..
I let them break off my arm...
My leg..
My head....
I simple just glued them back on...
Taped them back...
I let them do it over
and over
and over again
Its no wonder
Why i fall apart all the time
You cant fix what has been broken
You can only simple
repair it, so its some what better
But it will never be the same
Something will always be missing
and the more things that break
the more parts are missing
Eventually you become nothing
but a bunch of lost pieces