Fallen

I'm not broken, only slightly damaged.
Self inflicted but I know I'll manage
Yes I may be bitter. Maybe I'm hurt
But I am not stuck on that promise,
Or that silly word.
I'm ready to move on,
Kill that satisfaction.
You hurt me not once, but twice.
I see it's your passion.
So then you come and make me melt
Oh, I swear it never helped.
For in all honesty I fell.

And I haven't stood up since.