Broken

I've read a lot of broken words Wounded beyond repair Sadness wrapped in tears and ink And stories of despair Poets are truly a special breed They write the things they hide Showing strangers they've never met The pain that lives inside Hiding their souls from those they love Choosing paper to be their friend Telling their secrets to a special kind In places their hearts can mend Hoping that someone can understand The meaning of their grief Where an unseen friend will extend a hand And offer a little relief Poets are truly a special breed Through words that's never spoken Though some are sure of who they are Most are simply broken