Broken

"I never forgot my past that lead me here. Such a bitter tale I hesitate to tell it. Yet, as it is with everything, one must understand the past to understand the present. What chance does a child have against all the evil of the world? Once a soul is broken already as a sapling, how could it grow into anything pure?"

I'm just a child, please, don't hurt me anymore
Bruised up by the hands that should shelter me from harm
Every night, I fear the sound of footsteps closing in
And the shadows cast from the opening doorway

Under my bed, a sanctuary from the monsters that haunt me
I feel no pain; the shame has hardened my skin
Inside my head, a thousand screams and an urge to break free
No use in praying; the gods won't hear a word that we say

Nothing ever changed, broken; I remained weak and small
Always finding myself abused by those to whom I fall for
Every night, a dream where the things I yearn for are withering away
And it seems to me, (that) the dream has turned into reality

Day after day, I find myself in the streets again
I feel no shame; the pain has hardened my mind
Inside my head, a thousand screams and an urge to break free
No use in praying

So what if it hurts, so what if you're broken?
You have always made it through,
(I) thought you never believed in happy endings

So scream at the world and let it all come out
There's no shame in being weak
You never believed that life is perfect