Broken
Because I’m broken,
I don’t know what it’s like to be loved.
I don’t know what it feels like to be hugged with no strings.
Because I’m broken,
I have a desire for self-destruction….
The will to shut down completely.
Because I’m broken,
I have convinced myself….
I don’t like being around my own friends,
And yet I call you one.
It is because I am broken,
That I don’t even sit among people in church….
I’d rather watch online!
I have a teeter tottering method in life,
Sometimes healthy, sometimes unhealthy,
Around my own flesh and blood.
Because I’m broken,
I don’t know how to love anybody,
And it’s written that it’s not good to be alone.
Because I’m broken,
I don’t know what it feels like to see the light.
I’d rather not make peace,
I’d rather just fight…
Because I’m broken,
Everything in the world is black and white.
I can wish all day with all my might,
And will end up with tears….
Stained on my pillow tonight.
All because I’m broken.
Copyright © Ian Milligan | Year Posted 2018
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