I'm a broken human.
I can't be fixed.
I will never be the same again.
No matter how and what you do to help me, you can't.
You can't help me unless you have walked in my shoes.
And even if you have, I still don't think you can understand.
I'm a scarred soul.
My innocence shattered.
I will never be repaired.
I can't go back in time and change it.
I can do my best to be normal yet I never will.
What changed me is now a part of me.
I can't erase what it did.
Don't tell me what I can do or should do.
That might work for you but it might not work for me.
I know, I should try.
I fear the unknown now.
I fear what I know.
The cloud I have, while it may fade, will never leave me.
It's just to strong to fight.
©2003 S.A.L.
Writer's note:
12/02/03 - Who did I write this for? I think this piece of prose is very universal and may be one of my most personal works. For my history class, I had to watch the movie, All Quiet on the Western Front. It's been 21 days since I watched part in class and 10 days since I watched the whole movie but it's been haunting me since. Finally, I broke down and started crying about it today. I tried to fight it but I couldn't. This poem is about the impact it had on me, but it could easily apply to the main character of that movie, or anyone that has had a life-altering, traumatic, personal experience.
