Broken

I’m broken. And I can’t find how to mend me. I guess I haven’t tried hard enough. I don’t know how to fix me.

I’m broken. And I’ve lost my mother and my best friend. I can’t find another and I’m hurting and I’m cold and I’m broken and I have no spirit left. It’s gone and I can’t find it.

I’m broken. And I have 3 sons. One doesn’t even know me. I gave up on myself back then and I gave him to someone. I hoped it would be my mom. I loved him so and it broke me.

I'm broken. And bits and pieces of my life drift back and forth and through me. I’ve been alone and lonely and scared a lot. By the big bad wolf that haunted my dreams every night forever when I was a little girl. Made me insecure. Made me sad. Made me broken.

I'm broken. And I had good training. I know right from wrong. I went to Sunday school and church. I had a mom and dad and everything. But mostly I was lost and lonely. That’s why I tried to drink to have courage and fight for to be heard and make my way like everybody, but instead it broke me.

I'm broken. And I don’t do that anymore. It caused a lot of people pain and me too.

I'm broken. And I don’t have the energy to fix me I work and I’m tired and I can’t find peace in my heart and in my mind. It’s all jumbled and I’m broken and I don’t have the energy.

I’m lost. Doesn’t anybody hear me? Won’t somebody please show me how to fix broken?