Broken

"I never forgot my past that lead me here. Such a bitter tale I hesitate to tell it. Yet, as it is with everything, one must understand the past to understand the present. What chance does a child have against all the evil of the world? Once a soul is broken already as a sapling, how could it grow into anything pure?"

I'm just a child, please, don't hurt me anymore

Bruised up by the hands that should shelter me from harm

Every night, I fear the sound of footsteps closing in

And the shadows cast from the opening doorway

Under my bed, a sanctuary from the monsters that haunt me

I feel no pain; the shame has hardened my skin

Inside my head, a thousand screams and an urge to break free

No use in praying; the gods won't hear a word that we say

Nothing ever changed, broken; I remained weak and small

Always finding myself abused by those to whom I fall for

Every night, a dream where the things I yearn for are withering away

And it seems to me, (that) the dream has turned into reality

Day after day, I find myself in the streets again

I feel no shame; the pain has hardened my mind

Inside my head, a thousand screams and an urge to break free

No use in praying

So what if it hurts, so what if you're broken?

You have always made it through,

(I) thought you never believed in happy endings

So scream at the world and let it all come out

There's no shame in being weak

You never believed that life is perfect