You innocent but broken thing
You’ve been like this for many years
The memories to which you cling
Are tainted by your constant fears
He broke you with one simple act
So clearly wrong, so clearly theft
So much you’re trying to retract
But he just never really left
Some days it doesn’t seem so bad
Some days you almost feel okay
When you’re not paralyzed, just sad
You stumble forward on your way
And then it hits you in the guts
And you can’t breathe or think or cry
One act, a million fatal cuts
And all your life you wish to die