Broken to pieces

hate when a guy tries to use a woman for her body parts instead of the using her for love, they try to damage her heart. Then you wonder why she is willing to give up her goods to almost Any guy, and every time she does, its her own type of high. It's because one day she was innocent, and her Jewles were safe, but they were solen from her by a snake. He pretended to be polite, told her everything was alright, but at three years old she is terrified of the night. Not because of the shadows in the dark, or the scary images under the bed, but the one who is physical, who drilled scars in her head. Who not only stole her precious stones, but waited every time she was alone to make sure that in the future every man was the same, just wanting to use her pieces like a bord game, and her her kings are only in her dream, and even though she has a knight, every guy who tries to save her just reminds her of why she is afraid of the night. And every man who tries to touch her brings chills like December. And when the daylight is like summer, she is always in winter. And comfort tries to come from all around her, but when she tries to be a leader, pain is her follower. And tears are no longer water from her eyes, they've become knives every time she cries, and every time she looks in the mirror, she wishes she was thinner, and the ridiculing remarks makes her storm gets bigger, no umbrella to cover her, no arms can hold her, because she so damaged that when she is touched, she she crumbles like glass, and will always be hunted by the demons in her past. She lives but every night dreams of death, cause death would be better then all of the rest of the people who balls her up like paper, says she is amazing, but doesn't even feel it from her creator, and every time someone tries to date her, she shuts them down like a ice maker. And this girl is looking me in my reflection, and I break the mirrors, and when I see her shadows, I go the other direction. But I can't run from my past, because its connected to my future. And looking back at my life, I can see I'm a little bit wiser. but im tangled up in the webs of a spider. and I feel super high, but I wanna go higher, I need a real  man who can be my provider, not of things bought with paper or plastic, but a heart full of love, hate cant seem to pass it. I want to be defined not by my past but by who I've become, the devil thought he had me wrapped around his thumb. Killing my seed, then he came after me, but my God is titanic , and im sailing out to sea. Who is going to stop me from being who I am, Im written in the will of the great I am. Im in the masters hand, so that when that man, comes along to pick me up and open my eyes, I'll feel more like a bride than a prize. I wont have to hide from real love from a man. Cause i was cursed by pain and sin, but my God forgives, takes me as I am. "Im battered and broken", but these words has been spoken, as an excuse to thrown in the towel, but " Im broken to pieces" what do I do now, remember, there is no testimony without the test, I know cause I used to be a mess, letting people control my every move, and forgetting that Gods team can not lose. If you are broken, abused and hurt, dont give up the fight, Just break down the curses and holds spoken on your life. I took back my life, I am now my own excuse, but do the things that God needs you to. Cause he is one friends who will never leave, or forsake you. And that same guy who tried to rape you, of your name and your pride, burring you 6 feet under before you even died. and i bet your tongue is 3 inches shorter from biting hard, yeah I was there once, but Look at me now, if It had not been for God on my side, I would have drowned cause my so called friends weren't around. My cry for help was so muffled only God could hear my sound, like a wolf searching its prey, he caught me brought me to my knees so that I may pray. And I cant explain why he dried the tears from my face, but say it was mercy and grace. Im a living proof that Anyones heart can be healed, if you are willing to die to your flesh, tell confess with your mouth. Never give up the fight because God never dims his light. Never settle for less, because when we let go, thats when we get blessed. So im sewing this seed, to touch someones life, God give them strength, just as you have done so many times, be their guiding light, but let your light shine, I pray that this ministry stretches far and wide, to let them know, that they dont have to hide, from trials or pain in their life. For that that girl or boy afraid of the dark, open up their eyes and open up their heart so that they can one day find love. Unfold the creases, because they are paper thin, let your holy word be an everlasting pen. Draw them close when know one is around to hear their cry, or when that parent who abused them turn their heart cold like dry ice. Clear the air when they fall, because they are broken to pieces, and have muffled calls, show you they are important whether big or small. Broken to pieces, catch me when I fall.