Broken

The heavens must have named me broken Since every part of me seems shattered Be it my bones, my heart or my memories. I faintly remember how it started 'Cos I'm now a slave to amnesia. But my fragments reminded me, how I let a wolf in sheep clothing into my life. He did act as a knight And saved me from men that lurks around at night. I fell head over heels for him, I gave him my heart But he crushed it with no remorse. He played golf And make my body holes for his golf ball, I heard my bones crack with every single hit, I cried overnight - Till he hits my head and made the hospital my refuge. I'm still the woman With 306 bones, Shattered memories And a broken heart.