Broken pieces scattered on the floor... Pieces so broken they cant go back in form... Broken from thoughts of ill and deceit... thoughts clouded... brain filled with defeat... See, I'm broken because I let my glass slip and slip and slip... I forgot how to hold it... while it got full of things that pained me... See I am broken because I chose to hide feelings... feelings that swim in my head daily... causing me to be dizzy... causing me to forget my purpose and dreams... see, thoughts without purpose produce dreams without substance... Without My purpose what am I living for... Who am I giving for... On the outside you see warrior, strong, built tough... But on the inside she is broken and torn... Please excuse me while I find the broom and dust pan to sweep up the pieces and put me back together again... For the process seems endless and I'm just barely hanging on... But I'm hanging... Hanging on the laughter of my children... hanging on the love and caress of my Mister... hanging on to the knowledge that I will get better... Just hanging for as long as I can so that one day my broken pieces can be a lamp... A lamp unto some dark soul who just like me are just trying to remain whole... cause im broken...
