Used to be perfect

I’m so tired of being broken,
A broken child.
Like a doll that no one plays with,
Just because she isn’t perfect.
Does she deserve it?

I can’t take life this way anymore,
It hurts me so much,
It kills me to know,
I can’t feel your touch.

I used to be,
The perfect child,
The one that everyone looked at,
And I always smiled.

But now that smile,
Is far behind,
And I can’t get these thoughts,
To leave my mind.

With every breath,
It hurts so bad,
I think of death,
And all I had.

Gave it away,
For something better,
But now I see,
That fantasy shattered.

Bloody knives,
Broken glass,
Took 8 of my lives,
Now I’m on my last.

Never thought,
It would end like this,
I’m saying sorry,
With death’s kiss.

Forgive me,
For hurting you,
Surely you know,
This, I didn’t mean to do?