When I was younger, in my elementary years, I wished to be broken. I thought having a horrible past that changed me made me look cool. I thought people would see me as mysterious and intriguing.
Be careful what you wish for....
Being Broken is every sense of the word. Something that is broken can not be put together perfectly like the first time. I got my wish. I'm Broken and I can't go back to the careless child I was in elementary school. What I didn't know when i was younger about being broken was how exhausting it is.
I didn't know that broken had friends. I didn't know broken knew depression and anxiety. I didn't know they were all soulmates.
What I didn't know was that being broken would mean my mom hiding all the knives from my drunken father when they had an argument. That being broken would mean my dad trying to break down my bedroom's door while my mom was on the other side of it screaming at him to stop.
They said make lemonade out of lemons.
Take something sour and make it sweet.
But how am i suppose to make something sweet when the utensils to make it sweet are broken because they were utilized to break down my bedroom's door. They were utilized to make holes in my home. They were utilized to inflict pain.
Oh how I wish i can be put back together perfectly like the first time.