I am made of stone,
but someone broke me.

My cracks are almost healed,
but every tiny crevice stings like pouring alcohol over an open wound.

I carve a smile on my granite face to conceal the tear stains and heart aches, laughing out loud and screaming inside all at the same time.

I know I’ll be okay though,
because when you crack open a rock,
there are crystals inside it.

I am broken, and I am beautiful.