Purposeless.

I think I'm broken,
With an impairment that can't be fixed.
I think I'm injured,
With a wound that refuses to heal.

I just wish to be normal,
And go through what other do.
Not this endless torment,
That's screwing up my life.

I think I'm stuck.
Between the transition of the past and future.
I think I'm lost,
In a barren place where no one can save me.

It would be easier to give up,
Just get out, and let it all go.
It would hurt him, which i can't bare,
But this is hard to work through.

I think I'm weak,
No strength, No will, No way.
I think I'm broken,
The purpose of life is to give life,

Maybe i have no purpose at all.