I feel like I’m broken
and I start crying,
wondering what’s wrong with me.
Perspective is such a funny thing
because looking back
I can see it,
but in the moment,
and in your pain
you lose sight of what’s real.
Deep down I know
that even though I am a little broken
that doesn’t mean that I am not whole
It just means that I am a person.
Someone who has been through a lot of pain
I may be a little broken,
but I am still here.
And I am proud of how far I’ve come.