Helping others was my thing,
Saving them from themselves,
But the one person I couldn't save was me,
Broken and bruised,
Tear stains on my cheeks,
Life all but perfect,
Confusion fully visible though the eyes with pure emotion,
Well anyone see past the smiles,
Will anyone dare look behind the walls I put up?
They expect me to talk,
To trust them without a hesitation,
They think I don't know that they will disappoint me,
That they wont hurt me,
I already know that they will,
So I will do anything to protect what's left of the heart I once knew,
But one thing I pray,
Is for someone to save me,
The me that's hanging on by a thread,
The me that is all but ok,
The me, broken and bruised.
