I feel as if it is easier To leave all the broken pieces On the ground Instead of picking them up And putting them back together Where they must be found.
Broken recognizes broken. Two broken souls will find each other, and hang on for life. If broken recognizes broken and I am alone, am I really broken or, have I just not found someone as broken as me yet?
But we are all a little broken In some way we can never be the same We are damaged Never to be repaired That's the way of life You can try and fix something You can say you repaired it But it will never go back to its original state.