Cries of the Broken

Who can one trust when no-one listens? What if you can't speak?

Screaming.
I want to f*****g scream.
Why does he do this, when he knows I'm hurting?
Why would he touch what isn't his?
Those hands, I feel sick...

I want to scream, I want to cry
But what if there's nothing left?
What if I'm so broken, no-one wants to hold me when I cry?
I'm so scared that I'll be hated for what has happened in this sick f*****g obsession.
Who controls fate?
I sure as f**k never did.

Does anyone hear them?
The cries of the broken, the beaten, the destroyed?
We all bleed, we all cry.
So why are people so blind to the blood being shed in hopes to end pain?
Take my heart from the gravel and dust it off;
quickly now, before I run away without it.
My heart is breaking more every day.
The song of the broken is here to stay.

I cry out for it to stop, my skin splitting from the purest fears.
Cutting isn't helping me, but it gives excuse to not be touched by an animal.
So sore, skin ruby red.
I cry alone, scared to show my tears anywhere else except to the moon.
What is left when I have to give up so much to make one person happy?

Does anyone hear them?
The cries of the broken, the beaten, the destroyed?
We all bleed, we all cry.
So why are people so blind to the blood being shed in hopes to end pain?
Take my heart from the gravel and dust it off;
quickly now, before I run away without it.
My heart is breaking more every day.
The song of the broken is here to stay.

I'm scared to breathe some nights.
Why?
It hurts to be used.
But it hurts worse when someone tells you they love you after you've said no so many times.
Is it a shame that my heart is icy?
No, it's not.
It's just how I've survived.

I feel him again, and again;
It never f*****g stops.
Can I finally cry, now that he says he won't do it again?
Will he ever understand my pain?
He never lost a child.
I did, and I'll never recover from that.

Sorry so much to rant to unknown friends, but I have to let this out.
I'll die if I don't.

Does anyone hear them?
The cries of the broken, the beaten, the destroyed?
We all bleed, we all cry.
So why are people so blind to the blood being shed in hopes to end pain?
Take my heart from the gravel and dust it off;
quickly now, before I run away without it.
My heart is breaking more every day.
The song of the broken is here to stay.

Can you f*****g hear my cries?
Do you KNOW what you've done?

And I'm supposed to be the older, responsible one?

F**k you.

I'm broken, I'm shattered.
And I've so close to the edge, I'm almost falling off.

But gentle hands grip me, lips kiss my ear as I let her in.
She is my savior.
My life is nothing without her, though he tries once more to convince me to leave the person who keeps the knife away.
I crave her, just to talk to her.
She'll be my strength, and I her wisdom in dark times.

She hears them.
I hear them.
The cries of the broken, the beaten, the destroyed?
We all bleed, we all cry.
So why are people so blind to the blood being shed in hopes to end pain?
Take my heart from the gravel and dust it off;
quickly now, before I run away without it.
My heart is breaking more every day.
The song of the broken is here to stay.

Love is stronger than any broken heart could imagine.
Trust me, I know. My heart is crushed, but she showed me the light in my darkness.

For all you do, I love you.

Does anyone hear them?
The cries of the broken, the beaten, the destroyed?
We all bleed, we all cry.
So why are people so blind to the blood being shed in hopes to end pain?
Take my heart from the gravel and dust it off;
quickly now, before I run away without it.
My heart is breaking more every day.
The song of the broken is here to stay.

Hold me when I cry.
Kiss away my tears and sing me a lullaby.
Be you, and you can save a pathetic heart like mine.
Help me mold it into a life worth having.

Does anyone hear them?
The cries of the broken, the beaten, the destroyed?
We all bleed, we all cry.
So why are people so blind to the blood being shed in hopes to end pain?
Take my heart from the gravel and dust it off;
quickly now, before I run away without it.
My heart is breaking more every day.
The song of the broken is here to stay.

I'm here to stay, too, and so is she.
We'll stand with the Army to protect those without voices.
To protect ourselves.
To protect our children.
To protect their children.

Forever we stand, hand in hand.

Reviews

[Danielle Bernard]

*Tear *Tear*...
to be completely honest, I read that like an Eminem song, and it was the best one I've ever heard

[Faith]

Honestly, I cried when I first read this, love. It's so poignant and full of raw emotion. Knowing what you've gone through, I know that everything you've written is pure truth, and it's beautiful despite and because of the pain. You've been through so much and yet you've survived and I'll always be here to pull you back from the edge. I adore this piece and I'm happy you wrote it and managed to put your emotions into writing.