Broken

He was broken,
But only his soul was cracked,
His body was full and almost intact,
The small scars of life and pains of today
Were almost gone as time washed them away.

He was broken,
But only his heart was cracked,
The outside was full of love and life,
But inside were nightmares of pain and strife,
As life went on grew his pains only stronger
Until he thought he could bear them no longer.

He was broken,
But only his mind was cracked,
Inside his mind only haunting visions would dwell
Distancing himself from the world as well
He found himself alone in a world gone wrong
Singing to himself his own depressing song.

He was broken
But only his body was cracked,
He closed his eyes wishing the world away,
The hidden book of lies was thrown astray
The sharp blade tore through his skin
The pain was finally starting to win.

He was broken,
And finally he had shattered,
His body was torn and completely battered,
As blood hit the floor he wished away his life,
Asking to end the pain and strife,
The pains of today and the scars of tomorrow
All taken away in one last breath of sorrow
The lies thrown astray,
And the world thrown away,
All that was left was he,
And in his new world all his dreams would be
Something more powerful than you or me.