I sat there looking at the broken man the broken man looking back at me. With his eyes filled with hate and hurt he hates that he hurts and he hurts cause he hates. So when you see the broken man don't just look. We why he hates and why he hurts

So here I sit as that broken man hiding the hate as some may shun away from hoping to help more than I'll ever hurt. Was waiting for a day that might show the right path to take. But waiting has left me broken. So now is the time to act take that knowledge from being broken and use it to carve your own path without care of what people may think. I've been through more than most and came out a broken yet better man for it. Now is the time to grow and make my own happiness with the hopes I can bring at least one other I care for along for the ride.

I sat there looking at the broken man
The broken man looking back at me. With his eyes filled with hate and hurt he hates that he hurts and he hurts cause he hates. So when you see the broken man don't just look see why he hates and why he hurts.

I sat there as my world fell apart piece by piece as I saw you returning to your peace.
We grew apart as I fell into the void that you helped create. I may say I'm fine but I say it with tears going down my face. You looked at me and didn't notice the void you created you just saw what you wanted to see to make it seem like you didn't create it. So when you come up to me know that your talking to the void not the person I use to be.