Sometimes you feel broken
You can't be fixed
Your friends are there
But they just don't get it
The life you live
The people you meet
They are the reason
You’re scared to peep
Sometimes you feel broken
You can't be fixed
Your family are there
But they don't see it
The life you go through
The people you see
They are the reason
I can't be “Me”
Sometimes you are broken
You can't be fixed
No-one is there
“Your good enough” is a trick
The life you will end
The people you haven’t met
They aren't the reason
You’re going to the end
Sometimes you’re not broken
You can be fixed
Your friends are here
And they do get it
Sometimes you’re thinking it
But you haven't done it
The cuts will be there
The scars, your skin split
Sometimes you are broken
You can be fixed
Broken, are you sometimes?
Fixed be, can you?
Things that are broken, do not get thrown away, they are made into something beautiful. The scars contain memories that others cannot see. If they say something, do not think; do not believe you aren’t good enough. They don't know that you are good enough, if you can waste your time cutting and bleeding for their words, and still stay silent through the pain then you are good enough. And that is your purpose;
TO PUT OFF THE PEOPLE WHO THREATEN YOU
TO SURVIVE
TO SMILE
YOU ARE NOT BROKEN, YOU ARE WAITING,
BECAUSE ONE DAY
YOU WON'T GIVE A TOSS ABOUT WHAT THEY SAY.
