To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken

you make my heart runaway
it sprints at the sight of you
i run to catch up to it
to hold it dear and keep it safe
but im too late
i watch you rip it apart with a grin

dropping the tattered bits to the ground,
i run to hold them in my hands
to try to save what you destroyed

trying to block a person
from entering your heart
is like trying to stop the sun from rising
eventually you realise that
they will stay and impact you
in one of the hundreds of kinds
of ways a person can impact you.

either they will simply cross by it
and you will barely notice them at all
or like a slice of a knife to your skin,
they will scar and remain a part of you
till your skin turns to dust and are
below the dirt with a stone above you

would one walk among the clouds
and feel as though heaven were
a mere step higher up to the clouds
or to stare down and wonder if they
were to get there quicker by stepping
away from their safe net above the earth

if we were to  use hands and hearts
instead of guns and blood to save our world
what would humanity remain to be at the end of the day?