Broken

I tire from cleaning the tears from my glasses each morning
Of never wanting to get out of bed for fear of what will come
Of having new emotions that scare me so much
Of not wanting to trust my dad or my mom
I lay broken on the street
Empty, confused, starved, and waiting
I pull closer to You for I know nowhere else to go
With a noose around my neck I am pulled
But pulled closer, nonetheless
I lay broken on the street
Come heal me