In the darkness
Lies understanding
We are all alone
In my heart lies the facts
I am always with you
And you with me
Love connects us
Unable to be broken by others
And stronger every day

It's not my fault so stop saying that it is
I didn’t choose to be this way
Why would I?
People don’t care either way
All you do is blame me
STOP
I DIDN’T CHOOSE TO BE THIS WAY
What do you see when you look at me?
Fragile blue eyes and a pale face
Delicate arms and frail body
Weak
Powerless
In need of assistance?
I´m not a china doll
I AM ME
Some people are just born this way
I swear I’m a good kid
I just got the short end of the stick
Through my blue eyes and pale face
I´m still a person
Like you and that other guy over there
It doesn't matter how you see me
I´M FINE
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO
I’M NOT BROKEN
I’M ME
STOP TRYING TO FIX ME
I don’t need to be fixed if I am not broken
I’m fine the way I am
I don’t want your help
I DON’T NEED TO BE FIXED
I’M NOT BROKEN
I didn’t choose to be this way
I didn’t choose to have blue eyes
I didn’t choose to have blonde hair
I didn’t choose to be made
These things we have no control of
I’M NOT GONNA STOP BEING ME JUST TO PLEASE YOU
I don’t need to be fixed I’m not a broken toy
If I’m not broken why do you feel the need to fix me
You’ll just break me even more
But is it even possible to be broken even more than I  already am?
If I crack my head that can be fixed
If I break my heart that can be fixed
But I choose not to fix them
The pain keeps it alive and stronger
I AM NOT BROKEN
I DON’T NEED TO BE FIXED
I am unbroken
Even if you seem me as cracked or shattered
I am unbroken
I don’t care what you say
I don’t care what you see
I DON’T NEED TO BE FIXED
I’M FINE
I am not a broken toy
My skin is not chipped
My arm is not torn
My eyes are not faded
In order to be left alone, what must I do?
I will fake it just for you
I will fill in my skin
Sew my arm back on
And wipe off my eyes
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
NOW THAT I LOOK LIKE YOU
I AM NOT YOUR DRESS UP DOLL
I am not better
And I keep waiting for someone to realize that
And they don't
You think this is the end
But this is just the beginning

dense as marble, your body
is something to hold onto

after years of chasing shadows,
thin reedy men whose leavetakings

were their legacies, fashioning
(maybe by accident) crude sharp tools

with which to stab my heart.
look at it today,

made thick by crisscrossing
scar tissue. have you ever seen

anything so beautiful
that was broken but

unbroken? here, feel
the heft of it in your palm.

"If you can take it
You can make it"

-Louis Zamperini

I curse at the times
I left myself being hurt
for whatever it was,
no worse could've been.

I let the words fly,
hit me harder than ever;
I let my emotions die,
though hurt they never were.

I wonder how this is possible,
the first time nothing was blissful
but I held onto myself when
I knew you could only trust thyself...

We,*

broken objects,

Don't like to stick to unbroken ones.

Because, we don't like to feel broken.

And the closer we get to you, to your part of the world that's no longer ours,

The more broken we feel, and the more broken we become.

But if you drag me back into that world yourself, and never let go of my hand, and demand I stay by your side,

I'd probably remain broken for the rest of my life.

little lightning bolts
shoot down my spine
whenever you talk.
you brighten my day
with every touch.
every embrace
brings me up
from the dark place;
the one i'm starting to visit
less and less.
i thought he had
locked me there forever
but suddenly you came
with the key
to my happiness.
and now whenever i see you
little lightning bolts
brighten up my life.

On and on we wander,
Oblivious to what we find,
Meandering through the mazes and labyrinths
Of the unbroken mind..