Broken... (A poem..by me)
It's not a label I'm proud to be part of
It's not a word that brings a happy feeling
It's not something anyone wants to be....
yet it's the truth; and people are.
Whether it's from heartbreak
or a past mistake
or a choice you didn't make
it's the choice you did make
that left you this way.
That regret that's eating you alive
and leaving you..well...broken inside.
How do you fix yourself
If the only person who can fix you
is the one who you love the most
and who loves you.....
if you broke them in return?
And how do you fix that person
If, because of that one stupid choice,
he no longer wants anything to do with you..
no longer speaks to you.
Do you give up and stay broken?
Do you fight to fix things?
Do you keep trying to mend the broken pieces?
or do you just let the pieces scatter and scar