BROKEN

I WAS BROKEN BEATEN AND FULL OF SHAME

FIGHTING THE DEVIL AND HIS GAME

ATTACKED OVER AND OVER, HIDING THE BRUISES ON MY FACE

EACH FIGHT MY HEART SURELY DID RACE,

iF I WAS OLDER I WOULD HAVE FOUGHT,

FOR YEARS VENGEANCE I SOUGHT.

A CHILD IS NOT A PUNCHING BAG, BUT AS FOR ME I SUFFERED UNDER THE RULE OF A MONSTER, UNABLE TO ANYTHING RIGHT. THROUGH THE YEARS GOD KEPT ME ALIVE FOR A PURPOSE TO BE SEEN LATER IN LIFE. ANGER FILLED MY HEART, WISHING FOR THE DEATH OF THE MAN THAT BEAT ME TOOK OVER. I P...