broked

broked I broke it. Was it the silly in me or was it the serious? This inner fight between whats right and what actually happens. Does that make sense? My hands take over - my lips take over my mind is already there.But deep down inside, just below my skin beyond my lungs and little past my heartI didnt want it.I dont want it. I never did. They killed that in me a long time ago, They took it from me.Was it ever there to begin with?What is it anyways?I should have relized by now.its not coming backI'll never find it.But why I am still looking for it.I am broked and just cant be fixed.