Broken

My soul is broken, It died long ago. My pride has been shattered, Most of the pieces are lost. I can’t take much more, Is my time to go near? Is life so cruel, As to torture us so? The people and their hate, They turn our world into a black hole. All words spoken, Shred through me like a knife. I can’t run away, for if I do, Their words will follow, To haunt and taunt me. My only choice is to stay, And live out my worst nightmare, And tolerate the darkness.