I’m not breaking  

I’m already there 

A shell of what I used to be 

I put on a mask

But when it’s silent and it’s only me

The mask shatters too

I’m broken and what are the king’s men to do

I fade away into my thoughts 

But to be honest I don’t know what’s worse 

Having the thoughts or just being numb

I loose feeling sometimes 

But who cares

Hurt me once 

Hurt me twice and then a third 

Probably deserved it 

I could cry but what’s the point 

I’m already broken 

So what’s the king’s men to do