Being broken doesn't mean I can't live
I keep the tears back from them,so I sigh
They can never know my pain
Not even when it is my time to die
He is the one who shows me life
Even if it seems to late
I don't understand why now
There is no way for me to ever hate
I am not the first, who he has come to
It is just that there is something more
We don't know why there is a lifeline
With us,we don't even know what for
Not yet anyways...
Am I Broken...Am I Broken...
*I did this short poem for a book that I know about,but it is not published just yet. Therefore,I can't tell the title of the book,yet. :P