I never knew I was broken,never heard all the cracks that came from my soul telling me to keep back. I never knew of the darkness that sat in my weary heart I was blind to the pain that my mind help back.Looking to my past and all that I am I know I'm broken and I know I'm not chosen but why did you hurt me like that.Not many people see the scars that cover my wrists my hands and my arms but for those who do they only f*cling stare while I know and am aware that those scars are there. Wish I had a gun wish for some pills no more life wor the living and all from the start got a question nagging the back of my mind ame I supposed to be broken or supposed to be fine?