I am broken,
I cry,
Yet I am still here breathing,
Why must I be hated,
Why must people pick on me cause I am weak,
I cut to make the pain and hurt I feel inside go away,
Why am I still broken,
Broken from this tormented world,
No where to turn but me,
No one to trust but me,
To know what I have done hurts me,
I cry many times for this pain to stop but will it end,
End of me,
End of this pain I feel,
This pain that I want to end so much will it be worth it.
Jennifer Rondeau
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-broken/
