Broken

By: H.B.

I was raised in a dysfunctional family...
So it's safe to say I was born broken
I am where I am from...
So the truth was spoken firmly
When i say I am the streets.
I am anger, I am pain
I am heartache, I am shame
I am broken...
Too destroyed to fix, too hurt too hate
And too tired to endure the wait
You discarded me battered
She acquired me broken
I entered this world bruised and bloody
Too dependent on consistent pain
It seems to me as if fate has spoken
She discarded me battered
You acquired me broken
I entered this world bloody and bruised
So as the cycle continues to mingle and fuse
Beware of a heart that will rarely open
And remember that I told you...
I was born broken!!!

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