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.
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