When Was Broken

Broken
Broken for so long
Broken for so long, perhaps these cracks in me are part of the design-
So long
And as i flake and chip away, less of myself quests for answers-
To simply just be

Broken
Broken back from picking up all the pieces-
Remnants forever lost
There's no way to glue dust
From each step upon the fragile glass that shatters-
Perhaps this is enlightenment
To be grounded-
Grounded under heel

Broken
Broken before my birth
Generations of beings
Generations of beings grounded down

To be a piece of it
A piece of this
A piece of this illusion
Why do i move forward?
Do i move forward?
How long have i been stuck in place...?
...Broken

If they sent me to the gallows,
With nothing else to lose...
...would i put up a fight for chance?
Or would i allow them to make me a show?-
Would i attempt the low percentage for possible survival?-
Or most likely, just give in and allow them what they'd do to me-

So much time
So much little time
So much time to think
So much time to think about
Too much time to think about
When Broken