DAMAGED

The loneliest people are the kindest.

The saddest people smile the brightest.

The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.

I thought at the time I couldn't be horrified anymore or wonder. I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality makes you safe.

You cannot patch a wounded soul with a band aid.

It's difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave.

We stand alone wondering what the world  holds, legs and hands shaking from the cold.

Our heart keeps beating from the unknown, as we walk through the journey of life not really understanding what life is all about.

We keep thinking to ourself will we be able to complete with life. 

As a little girl all I wanted was the taste  of what life has to offer. Not that I do not have the best or the worst, I just believed there was more to life than I already have.

I met people with different goals thinking if I will be able to keep up with them.

I kept trying, it seems possible but possibility was just an understatement.

I tried to live with the pleasure of life but the pressure was too much, I thought I could handle it.

I found myself drowning, I tried to escape the weaves of the ocean but it seems like  I was lost, I kept hoping I would find myself but seems all hope was lost.

WHAT TO DO?

I struggled but in the end I was left empty nothing was left of me. 

I was like a scattered mug, trying to fix myself. 

But I guess that's all that's left of me PIECES