My life may be in tatters,
And yeah, I might be an overflowing fountain of grief...

But what you don't realize...is that that is broken beauty.

I am still living,
And I'm breathing somewhat okay.
But I live in this moment,
I get to say whatever I want to say.

For there may not be a tomorrow,
So I should shout out right here and now,

And yes, that too is just okay...
Let my scream break every glass wall down.