I cry I scream I claw at my skin Scrapes and scratches running up and down my broken body How could you do this to me? Was this your intention? To break me down to my most vulnerable state? God, you must hate me And time doesn’t heal this wound I’m left behind by the world Drowning in my own torment Each day it hurts more The knife digging deeper Withered away I let reality carve me up I’m not broken because you didn’t love me. I’m broken because you did.