Broken
By Mya, Year 10
She broke me
She didn’t even have to touch me
Her weapons were words, sharpened with cruelty
Like a knife, her cuts stung
Like a trained assassin, she knew where to aim,
Where to cause my heart the most pain.
She broke me
Like a smooth criminal, she easily slipped away
Then cried and blamed me in front of her court
Playing the victim liked she was born to play
She didn’t care about the wounds she inflicted
She didn’t seem to regret anything from that day.
She broke me
Like a old machine I crashed
I didn’t cause a flood, my tears stubbornly refused to move
I just shut myself away, hiding in my sanctuary of darkness
Nobody could reach me
Nobody could save me
Nobody could hurt me.
