Broken

This is about my home life. Parents and I argue, supposedly it never happened.

I lie shattered on the floor,
Just a bunch of little pieces
But nothing more.
You broke me and fixed me,
Then broke me again.
From the look of my heart,
It's not hard to see where I've been.
Stop trying to fix me,
Isn't it easy to see I've been broken too much?
Though I've already nearly mended myself.
But oops..
You broke me again.