Not bent
Not bruised
Broken
Together one minute
Shattered the next
Like a mirror
Showing a perfect reflection
It cracks
It breaks
Distortion is all i see
Or maybe its just the real me
Not bended
Not bruised
But broken.

I continuously cry over a life that I almost missed, and every time I do, I am glad I held on for who I am and what I have done today.
Please don't die.

Not every journey
has a final destination.
Sometimes
We lose our destination
The day we meet our destiny.
My journey is full of expectations
And none of them is my destiny.