Broken

“Are you okay?” I hear someone a voice whisper.

It comes from inside of my head.

Because there’s no one here to hold my hand,

here in the darkness I’ve fled.

“Do you need help?” The voice asks me,

and though I’m sure that I do.

I tell them I’m fine, just so they'll leave my side.

I can't bear to break them too.

"You're broken" whispers my own voice

I know this, it just must be true.

For there's no other explination

for my heart all battered and bruised.