Sometimes when I look in the mirror
I see nothing but a shattered soul
pieces are missing
and I am searching
and searching
and searching
but I can't find them
What if I am never going to find them?
What if I am never going to be complete?

i've battled demons
i've been to hell and back to get here
and you still think i'm weak?
you'll never know how strong you or i are
until we've been shattered and had to
rebuild ourselves alone.
prince charming wont come to a broken princess.
maybe he will to you, but he didn't to me.

How can I call myself broken?
My heart is still intact
My soul is still whole

I am not shattered
Or beyond repair
But I still hold the title

Why?

Because there is a crack in me
And once you're cracked there is no going back

I'm not as far gone
But someone has cut themselves on me
The damage has been done
I am broken

She's shattered into a million fractal pieces
This woman made into a mosaic
This goddess, this queen
The one with the golden heart that turns others green

It breaks me too when I find
That I can't replace all the missing pieces
And put this ethereal beauty back together
Not back to the state she was before she was fractured

The sun, the moon
The stars, the sky
The dusk, the dawn

She is everything in life that is right
A beauty gift wrapped in insecutity
How many different ways can you tell her she's perfect,
Before she finally looks in the mirror and believes it?

She believes that life is only work, anger, and hatred
She believes a man can only lie, harm, and detonate
She doesn't see life for the spectrum it is
Full of a million gradients coveting all the glory

Some days she believes it
She tells herself and everyone around her
She is confident and beautiful, capable of love and happiness
Until the next day comes and once again she's in pieces

I'd like to see the day a smile is on her face
Not drawn or molded
Like magic it appears and never fades
The day the beautiful mosaic is once again

Complete

Shadows still linger in this bright light,
they thought well about where to hide,
broken hopes, shattered dreams, and shallow spirits,
are the foods that gives them strength to ride,
to ride in the shadows where darkness always rise.

I know my heart.
It's been bruised and scarred and shattered.
It's already too tired but it never ceased to believe, hope and love.
And that's the pride I can give to myself.