Broken
By Dennis Almazan

Everyone saw you drowning in pain,
but no one did anything to support
you in your rises and falls.

They saw your struggles, they saw your pain,
and they saw your eyes–they are so beautiful
but they were always crying.

You didn’t need words to express my feelings
you could tell I was broken by my tears that were begging
for help. But I wonder, why didn’t anyone help me?

Was it because I wasn’t worth it? Or was it because if
everyone tried to make me how I used to be I would
always have that hollow piece of my body that wouldn’t fit
because the perfect piece got lost while I was drowning in pain.