This is the broken, vulnerable and weak me
Bruised and fresh scars on my inside
I am a slave of depression and a prisoner of words
I am the one they tell you to avoid
Because my imperfections are way too many to be your perfection
I am pain itself and my best of friend spells l.o.n.e.l.y
I am the one whose tears you cannot contain
I am the burden you flee from, the dark ocean
My name is somber, sorrow, hurt you name it
My life is the forbidden story
Myself, yes, myself I am my greatest enemy
And yes it is true what they say, I am weak
I give in to the needs of depression
I am chained and cuffed and imprisoned in this world
A world of addiction and struggle
I hate to admit to the truth
The sour truth of my state
I am a helpless, hopeless being
I know not the meaning of true love other that on Calvary’s tree
Judged and abused I learnt to live
With my head between my hands
You’d think I was shy but no that was never the case
I was the girl who cried a river
Do you understand me?
I am just a girl
A broken vessel
All my life I felt pain
I suffered heart ache
I was betrayed
And now, now I do not even know who I am!
What is my identity?
Do you get me when I say need help?
Do you get me when I say I need a friend?
And no I was never born to be an introvert
But now that’s my label…