Broken
I lay there, like a piece of a puzzle, forever missing beyond the floorboards. There are colors on my face, colors that shouldn't be there, painted on my body black and blue. Salty tears drip down my face, and I wonder what I did, what I said. What did I do to deserve this? It's like a broken record, playing forever and ever in the dark cavern of my twisted mind, and I don't have an answer. I don't think I ever will. And as I lay there replaying the parts of the night that I wish my mind would forget, I lay there, tainted. I am broken.