Broken...

When, Where & how does it all start...?

These feelings that tore my soul apart...

Wanting so much to be found, but lost somewhere under ground... 

Everyone screaming I can hear the sound, judging & mocking & putting me down...

Its so dark where I stand, Never looking up, Always looking down...

 No smile on my face, Just my miserable boat-race...

Where's the sun that needs to shine to bring me out from behind my rain cloud...

This is the way I never planned, One-day soon I will make a stand...

Where's that little girl that I knew so well...? She's lost deep inside her shell...

All she wants is her wishing well, to break away from all the hell...

To finally laugh & break that spell that people cast all so well...

Words un-spoken as years go by, but you can still see the hurt that's so painful in her eyes...

Here I stand asking please why, oh why, why take what's left inside...

Behind closed doors I've already died, with this darkness I have no pride...

Reaching for what I can't see, Longing to be the girl I use to be...

Happy & care-free...

But the nastiness of people in this world took my confidence, & made my life a living hell...

And to them, that was swell... I really want a wishing-well...

How can it feel so good to be so mean...?

How can making someone so blue be like a night out for you...?

When does a conscience come into play...

When they've killed there prey...?

Even then is it ok...?

Once so strong, Now so weak, Where's the comfort that we seek...

My life has become so bleak... 

I wish in my wishing-well the courage & strength to hold on to what's left of me, even though I'm slowly dying...

I hope one-day all you bullies will see what you do to little ones like me...

I hope you know that I'm broken thanks to you... 

I'm struggling to realise what's nice about me...

Forgiving isn't coming so easy...