Flaws engraved on my skin like tattoos.

Physical altercations leaving more than a bruise.

I'm broken like a city ripped apart by a tornado

Broken vessel torn apart like play dough.

Drawing too much heat, I need to lay low.

Hidden pain is slowly starting to show.

I'm broken like shattered glass.

Hopeless future, blinded by my past.

I don't know how much longer I can last.

Ladder within reach, the climb seems so vast.

Two strangers went down on me in a parking garage.

I been with so many men, might as well create a sex collage.

I remember waking up naked with a stranger.

Pill popping disease, too high to feel in danger.

Floating in the ocean reminiscing about what I was doing.

Emotionally embarrassed not knowing who I was screwing.

I still think, what was I doing?

In denial of being a slut, who did I think I was fooling.

There's no time to change my mind.

A broken vessel, left behind.

In the Bible it says seek and ye shall find.

Consumed with brokenness, I'm ready to resign.

Broken from the inside out.

I'm suffering from a hellish drought.

All I have to do is to climb the ladder to get out.

My struggles are taking me a different route.

You think I need deliverance, no doubt.

My inner strength is starting to sprout.

One day all my struggles will be in remission.

I'm a broken vessel determined to complete my mission.