I am the comfortable, secure, definition of this western world. And I have perfected the scenes, even I believe I’m above saving, and I’ll never let you see. I am the broken, I am the bruised, I am the ruins, and I have been used. It takes me falling to the ground to admit to fully needing you. Then when I’m breathing my last breath, come and save me, I will cry to you, 'cause pride has not, let me say. And I am the broken, I am the bruised, I am the ruins, and I have been used. Oh, why does it take so much to bring me to my knees. Oh why does it take so much pain from me to see His strength is only found when I am on knees. Why is it so hard to show when I am weak.

And I am the broken, I am the bruised, I am the ruins, And I have been used.

-"Song for the Broken" - BG

this is me. i am broken. please piece me back together, Lord.