I'm broken each time
I see your picture
I'm broken by not being able
To be who you want

Hell to be who I want
Because I will never be
Thin enough, pretty enough
To be perfect.

I hate myself more with each
Passing day, because I let
Another guy hurt me enough
To have me turn back to the blade.

I'm broken in heart and spirit
Wishing I could die, or just
Break down and cry.
Wishing I could be good enough

So just once they would stay
I'm not even sure who they are
Just that I need somebody to
Love me.

I'm broken already
So why should it hurt like this?
I'm already broken inside
Why shouldn't the outside match?

Jody Renee Pantiga

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-17/