"(maybe we're broken, who cares. we wouldn't be broken if they had cared. maybe we can save ourselves.) when the things we feel are too raw and too painfully real for us to comprehend, when our thoughts pulse against our bodies with exceedingly greater strength and when they leave patches of dark galaxies sculpted into our damaged bodies, that's when, when we think, "i will fix myself" it's the only string of words we repeat in our heads when we're holding stained glass to our stained bodies and slamming our heads against the walls of our confined consciousnesses. "i will fix myself" is what we repeat in our heads when we're shattered on the bathroom floor shaking to the beat of someone else's heart. yes, we're broken, yes we can save ourselves. but we don't need your useless words being whispered into our already cracked skulls and slipping into our scarred hearts. we will save ourselves."