Broken

Thrown out into the world like garbage,
Lying face down on the cold cement,
Being kicked around and steeped on,
by mean and bitter people.


One of my glass eyes are broken,
Staring into the sky with one eye,
Wondering why?
Why am I still here?


I was thrown away because I am broken,
My tiny fingers are chipped and cracked,
White scratches cover my arms and face,
Not long now till someone shatters my head,
How cruel people are in this world.


I may be broken physically,
But that does not mean emotionally,
Being broken I can be fixed,
But emotionally I am no good.


I'll remain in this small body of porcelain,
In this cruel, cruel world,
And watch people pass me by,
Until someone finds me,
Someone to love me,
Someone that will heal my pain,
But until that day comes,
I'll remain here broken.