I shed these tears in the dark that no one else sees
And I moan louder than a thousand bees

But I am not broken

My brain won't work, it must be misplaced
And I'm tryna get these thoughts in my head erased

But I am not broken

I've got 32 cuts, but nobody's counting
I've cried so much, I could build a fountain

But I am not broken

I have no money, when will I ever learn?
All I have are these words noted down in pen

But I am not broken

I don't talk to anyone, i'm as lonely as can be
Still yet to find someone, just one person like me

But I am not broken

I'm always down even though I'm always high
The depression would go, is the comfort I live by

But I am not broken

I need to get the darkness and everything else out of my sight
And I wonder why with these blades, I never get it right

But I am not broken

I have no friend, no offense to the weed
And I'm tired of writing shit no one would read

But I am not broken

Sometimes I forget that there's a man called God
But I even speak to him when the devil gets me bored

But I am not broken

The only voices I get back are the ones inside my head
Telling me to end the suffering, telling me to play dead

But I am not broken

They're many ways to do it, I could hang by the fan
Cause after all I still die, I should shorten the span

But I am not broken

I feel myself suffocating with every gasping breath
Maybe the answer is inevitable, it's a means called death

But I am not broken

How could I be broken?

There's got to be a better word

Something more true, something more vile because

I am not broken

... I'm worse