Broken

Days pass and I get worse and worse
It wa a slow process at first...
Nights grow colder and I get more fragile...
I hide what I feel from the world,
For they would not be able to bear,
What I have to hide...
Everytime I look, I think 'What happened to the girl I used to be?'
I don't remember what happened or how...
That day I lost everything I had ever loved,
That day my will to live faded away...
The pain had become over-bearing,
So had the guilt I'd been wearing...
Another day has pased,
Another night has fallen and I remain the same, Broken.