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.