Broken

Don't destroy me
Don't hold me back
Don't bend me
Because you'll break me
Don't pull me
Because I will snap
One, two, three
Scars on my hands
Scars on my wrists
Scars on my arms
My stomach, my sides
You bent me
And so I broke me
Look...
Another pale, pink line
Stretching across my hand
That was the time
When you said things
To her
Look...
Another pale pink line
Short but deep on my wrist
That was the time
When you said things
To him
Don't destroy me
Don't hold me back
Don't bend me
Because you'll break me
Don't pull me
Because I will snap
One, two, three
I broke me